“Babe, check out my calluses,” I say and extend my throttle hand toward him for inspection. He chuckles and says rather patronizingly, “Aw, how cute.” I’m indignant, “Hey, don’t laugh! I’ve worked really hard for them – I rode the same 12,000 miles you did!” As I sit down and try to finish writing this post just over a week after being back the ridges on the palms of my softer female hands have already started to fade. Bummer. We were making our last push through cowboy country, the midwest... Read The Rest →