I took my mom to the dentist today, and just as we were getting ready to leave, in walks a petite woman. She had a cane, but didn't really seem that interested in using it.
A very attractivewoman, dressed nicely, and she had golden hair. She went right up to the counter where she was greeted by her daughter-in-law who introduced her mother-in-law to my mom, and the two struck up a conversation.
The talk turned to Estelle's last birthday, which was her 95th. Unbelievable it seemed, because she didn't even look to be in her 80's much less having passed the 90 mark 5 years ago.
That wasn't the remarkable part. For her 95th birthday, her son gave her a ride on the back of his Harley. Riding a motorcycle at 95! I asked her if she wore a helmet. She did, and she also had to have the leather vest. After all, she said, you can't ride a Harley without the leather vest.
I could picture her on the back of Peter Fonda's bike. Born, and living to be wild! A true pleasure to meet her.
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