You're a lone wolf. Live alone. Die alone.

Had a good time on a bike I'd not ridden prior to heading out on the highway. But I thought those who rode together rolled together. Why is it I ended up heading back alone last night? Oh right, the other half of the riding party bailed on me Saturday. That's OK. Lily had a great time riding in my lap on the way home. That wasn't dangerous for a fidgety little one-year-old at all.