The other day my wife and I wanted to go do some antiquing. I knew of a place up the road a ways but I didn’t know if it was open. I say, “Let’s drive by and see if it’s open. I know a shortcut. “ It just so happens that my shortcut goes right by Weimedog’s place and I figured that if I saw him out riding or something, I could talk my wife into stopping.
Well, we are driving up his road and my wife says, “Hey, doesn’t one of your little internet riding buddies live up here?”
I say, “Oh yeah, that’s right. I forgot.”
She says,” Ya know? You’re a stalker. When ever we are out someplace you have to drive by some riding buddy’s house. You’re a nuisance. What’s the matter with you?”
I know that she knows the answer to her last question. So does this make me a stalker? I think not. I love to ride and when I’m not I want to at least feel like I’m near friends that I ride with. Or even drive past riding spots, even if I haven’t ridden at them for years because they built houses there.
Does anyone else have this affliction?
Well, we are driving up his road and my wife says, “Hey, doesn’t one of your little internet riding buddies live up here?”
I say, “Oh yeah, that’s right. I forgot.”
She says,” Ya know? You’re a stalker. When ever we are out someplace you have to drive by some riding buddy’s house. You’re a nuisance. What’s the matter with you?”
I know that she knows the answer to her last question. So does this make me a stalker? I think not. I love to ride and when I’m not I want to at least feel like I’m near friends that I ride with. Or even drive past riding spots, even if I haven’t ridden at them for years because they built houses there.
Does anyone else have this affliction?