Sunday, September 13, 2009

Motorcycle Miles: Old jeans, old boots, old bike, middle-aged boy

My youngest sister Facebooked (aka Face-ached) me this morning, likely from the front porch of her wee trailer that’s stationed near the lovely town of Bayfield, Ontario.

An idea or two quickly formed inside my little round head:


I want to go for a bike ride today.

Because summer is almost over.

I like Bayfield. I like my sister.


["Warm up the bike. Pat gave me money": photos by GAH]

It’s not a long ride, about 110 km.

It’s time to check oil levels, warm up the Virago, and ask my lovely wife if she can loan me gas and coffee money.


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I’ll pack the camera, show off a few photos later.

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