because the twighlight was fast becoming dark, and the deer this time of year were thick. I needed to get to the campgroud a few miles ahead and set my tent for the evening. As we rounded the next couple of twisties, my riding buddy seemed to be in a hurry, so I pulled to the right, allowing enough room for him to take the lead. With a roar, my friend shot into the next set of twisties, a long blond braid flying out from under her helmet. "Wow, either this gal is crazy or....
