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Excerpt
My Harley, My Man and Me By Cleora Louey Comer
My Harley, My Man, and Me
Riding down the highway, Cruising at 65: Knowing what it feels like, To be free, to be alive: Forgetting all your problems, Having not a care: Just enjoying the wind, Blowing through your hair: Feeling the vibrations, Rumbling between your legs: Kicking back and cruising, My feet upon the pegs: Those winter morning runs, Cold, crisp, and clear: The heat of the summer sun, Soothed by ice-cold beer: The red and gold of autumn, Reflected in the chrome, The open road ahead of me, Unlimited miles to roam: I know there’s nothing like it, being totally free: Cruising down the highway, My Harley, My Man And Me.
Prologue
I use to be this small weak woman, who let an abused marriage get the best of her. I let my husband beat me into submission, until I couldn’t take anymore and decided to end my life. I went through five years of hell believing it was my fault that he hated me so much. That maybe, it was all me that was bringing out the anger in him. Until, with my hand full of pills, I looked at myself in the mirror and knew I had more to live for. I finally figured out that I wasn’t to blame. I knew I was the better person. My tearful, black and blue eyes and cut lip gave me the courage to throw the pills out and go on living, to fight for my life. That person in the mirror was so disappointing to me. She had become a person I now promised myself I would never be again, weak and pitiful. I made a vow to myself on that day, that I would never let any man ruin or run my life again. I didn’t need a man to make my life worth living. I was going to divorce my husband, get back on my feet and become free. I was going to become the person I knew I deserved to be, myself. My name is Madora. I found out the hard way, that life surprises us sometimes. I’ve found God moves in mysterious ways. I know they say that He doesn’t give us anything He thinks we can’t handle. However, that sure is hard to swallow when you feel you are on the right track and find out that you took the wrong train. Life doesn’t always work out the way we plan it to. Something is always keeping you on your toes. Something is always making you stop and think about your way-laid plans. That something, in my life, happened to be another man. I’m getting ahead of myself here. So let me tell you how I found that I could go on living and how I mapped out my new life. How I had every intention of sticking to it and being happy with it. I decided to live my life for me. I moved clear across to the other coast to California and got a real good job. I had a nice apartment, my first car and money in the bank. I got a dog and named her BeBe. I was going to do things with my new life that I never got the chance to do in my old life. The next biggest step on my list was to buy a motorcycle.
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