Thirteen years ago, I got my motorcycle license. And it’s been that long since I nearly dropped the bike with me on it, and I never got on that horse again. OK. It was an adventure, but I’ll stick to riding shotgun, or whatever they call it when you’re the passenger enjoying the scenery as it flies by.
Jeff still likes to ride, so I’ll just hang on and sing a few bars of “Born to Be Wild” as the wind blows through my gray locks.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Bikes and Motorcycles…
Jeff’s old Harley
Jeff in his element
Grandson in HIS element – chip off the old grandblock
This was a heart stopper.
And just for a chuckle, for those of you who didn’t see this post, this was Jeff’s helmet and goggles, left out in the garage over the winter. You’ve heard of “through the looking glass”? Well this was “through the broken window”. Apparently momma bird needed a place to build her nest. We watched these critters hatch and fly away. Needless to say, that helmet made it’s acquaintance with the trash.
AND TO LEAVE YOU WITH A FEW WORDS OF WISDOM…
KICK IT INTO GEAR. But first stop on over at Cee’s for more on Bikes and Motorcyles. (you know the routine – click on the icon below)
Dear Bliary 