Wide open throttle
Wind rushing through tousled hair
First ride of the year
You can tell when I am missing my motorcycles . . . I wax poetic. I started riding – let me back up – I bought my first motorcycle two days after oldest granddaughter was born. (She’s now closing in on 18) I *learned* to ride over the next few weeks – continuing on through the years as I grew into bigger versions of my first bike. Sold the last two about 5 years ago or so. Yes, I miss them. But it was time. And, fyi I wore my helmet so no tousled hair for me. Just a bit of poetic license.