Memories of the 1960's. Drinking from the garden hose, Playing outside till it was time for supper or it got dark-whichever came first. Box fans, heat rash, Church on Sunday and one family black & white television with 3 channels. Time passes and times sure have changed. Welcome to my world. Stories about growing up in Texas. New adventures and the struggle to remain relevant in the lives of my adult children.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Have A Happy Harley Day!
Good Morning Good Morning! It is just getting daylight. I hear the birds talking and its raining again. I have the local news on and one of the first stories I hear is about a motorcyclist killed earlier. I look up and my heart skips a beat. I recently have made a few new friends at the 90 West Bike Stop . I have to say Harley's sure are fun and the men that ride them have a certain appeal that I think would not be the same if they were to pull up in a random SUV or Smart car. I know I know, but it's true! It is not just a ride, it is a way of life for them. Knowing a Biker is knowing the sound of his bike, each has a distinct rumble. I have yet to see two Harley's exactly the same. Body style, tires, paint job, chrome all seem to be custom and part of his personality and as such constantly evolving. I so enjoy my new friends and since it is raining and the news is scaring me....Please Please use your mirrors and turn your head when you change lanes. Even the biggest Harley is no match for a four wheeled vehicle. My coffee is getting cold. Safe travels. kisses
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