The "ART" of Communication.

Sunny afternoon, 25 miles from home, walking to "board" my striped-down Jeep. (No roof, no doors)
I see a couple "boarding" a Harley. I tell them," My "Bike" doesn't need a kickstand."
Conversations begin. He has been through Ravens Grin,she has not.
We trade some odd stories.
I tell them the oddest true story , as i finish the last line,She suddenly has her hands up to her face,cupping her face as she makes a quick, muffled "Scream!"

I didn't expect that,but it was Nice!