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Settin´ my gleaming 2006 Harley Davidson Softail Deluxe upon it's kickstand, swingin´ my right leg over the black leather, conch-studded saddle. I undo the top heavy duty snap on my form-fitting, white leather chaps, to get to the front pocket of my Gloria Vanderbilt blue denim jeans, where I, accidently, left my circular key on the Harley Davidson-authorized key fob. With a twist, I lock my bike and check my tombstone tailight, to make sure I've shut off the lights.

The glacier white pearl literally glows on the two tone paint scheme under the streetlights, before the sun comes up.  I'm a lone rider on my daily commute among the sedans, SUVs, and trucks headed out to begin their days. I'm stopping off to pick up my treasured grande´, non-fat, no water, chai tea latte´ before clocking in to work.

How does one carry a latte´on a motorcycle? You ask. I have a method. I have a leather handlebar bag, that I prop up the travel cup in, with extra gloves and headscarves. Voila! Easy peasy. Plus, I'm only going a few blocks and traffic has yet to ramp up.

I miss Starbuck's Chai Tea latte´s. I miss that feeling of pride I had when I rode in on my Harley, that sweet feeling of being well off enough to ride in on a such a gorgeous bike and buy a decadent hot beverage before work. I miss riding my Harley.
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