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Page 19 of 20 As we pulled up to the hotel, I wondered if anyone else felt changed, somehow different from one week earlier when we first pulled into this same hotel. I certainly sensed a difference, but I could not articulate the feeling. Because it was our last night together, everyone agreed to change and enjoy dinner at the steakhouse. Dinner was great - lots of toasts and retelling funny stories from this trip and past adventures. The wine flowed freely and our table of fourteen became quite vocal. Toward the end of the evening, two women stopped and asked Tom where we were from. That was the only encouragement he needed - they quickly learned where we had just been and where we were heading. A gleam appeared in one woman's eye when she asked Tom, "Are those your Harleys outside?" Tom, of course, said “Why yes." Then he asked the fatal question, “Would you like a ride?” Tom obviously chose his quarry well. Without a moment's hesitation, she said “YES!” and they were out the door. I am still in awe of that woman's lack of restraint around a Harley (or maybe it was Tom, I was never sure). Anyway, about fifteen minutes later, they were back, and I never saw anyone so radiant (the woman, not Tom). The Harley ride certainly made her night!
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