Well this morning was one of those great blue sky Michigan days and I decided to ride the scoot to work.
So I fire the bike up and pull out of my drive onto the dirt road. Not fifty feet from my drive I see a a black shape heave up from the side of the road and Lo! it is Ben Franklins proposed national bird. Bright red waddle flapping in the breeze the wild turkey looks like he is going to do a mad dash across the road but no! He makes a left turn and starts running down the middle of the road with bad boy biker in black leathers putzing along on his bike 20 feet behind Mr. Turkey. We maintain formation for about a quarter of a mile before Tom decides to bid me adeu and dash off into the woods. Good thing no one was around or my biker image might have been tarnished.
