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Where to Pee

My husband and I were enjoying a beautiful ride on the back roads of Oregon. I was riding my Harley-Davidson Sportster trike. He was on his Dyna Low Rider.

We were going down a fairly steep grade with sharp corners when he suddenly pulled off in a wide area on the high side of a curve. I hit the brakes and followed.

He put his kickstand down and started to get off his bike but the bike wouldn't hold still. It began sliding down the turnout and he was losing it. I jumped off my trike but couldn't get to him in time to save him.

The turn out was full of pea gravel which was acting like thousands of tiny ball bearings.

We had a terrible time getting that bike up on its wheels. It just kept sliding.

When we finally got it upright and stable, I asked him why in the world he'd pulled off where he did. His reply? He had to pee.

I told him from now on he has to pee on the level, no more of that hillside stuff. -- Rose Singhose

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