by Max Robillard, guest writer
The other day I was on my bike, stopped at a red light on Weber and Pikes Peak, when I saw something I had never seen in my life and may never see again. From the east came a shiny red motorbike. The driver was a large and leather-clad gentleman in all the daddy accessories that are a biker’s must. Nothing out of this world. His passenger was a golden retriever sporting a black leather vest, complete with tassels. It was sitting up with its paws resting on the driver’s shoulders. At first I thought nothing of it. Now I’m not sure if I really did see it.