I was reminiscing this morning about my experiences riding motor scooters and motorcycles. Unfortunately, I have lost most of the old pictures due to divorces and new ones due to computer crashes.
My history on these machines goes back further that I care to admit, but the history is rich and the memories still in beautiful color.
Knock on wood: I survived mostly in tact and much smarter than when I started. I always respected motorcycles thanks mostly to my Dad who taught me that each machine was a deadly weapon and I was the intended victim. Wise advice indeed!
I still ride and have been know to take the long road to Sturgis or the high country of Colorado with friends who also love the outdoors, clean air and the sights and sounds of any kind of motorcycle. We don’t care what you ride as long as you are riding.
I am at the tail end of my riding days, but my heart will always be out there somewhere checking out bikes and hot rods. It’s been a great run and now I cherish everyday I can still “get in the wind.”
I finally had to get off the big baggers and be contend with a lighter, lower to the ground V-Rod. Don’t kid yourself, this scooter is like riding 1000 one inch bumble bees!
I have many other bikes that I bought and sold over the years, but the bikes above are my favorite memories….