Tuesday, November 20, 2007

A friend just sent us...

this photo of our little family arriving at the picnic held in Oregon at the end of the riding season.
Feel free to mentally add a soundtrack.
Here was one of the coolest thing about riding with this group;
they were not scary biker people!
Now Mr. Logo, who doesn't particularly frighten or alarm me, apparently feels comfortable with a broader cross-section of the biking population than I do. There are some bike rallies and events where I feel incredibly out of place, and maybe that is just because of my petty hang ups but...
I really enjoyed this group of riders.
I am looking forward to more riding and seeing them again next year.
For now Red Molly is all winterized and tucked away in the garage but my helmet is still hanging on the hall tree and whispering to me on occasion.
I have to say, taking up riding a couple years ago is one of the best things I've done in a long while.

7 comments:

furiousBall said...

I mentally added "Joanna" by Kool and the Gang, which made no sense except that I'm crazy

Bsoholic said...

Awesome!

I am thinking Riders on the Storm by the Doors.

Might be cliche, but thats what the pic makes me think of. :P

S said...

I mentally added the reservoir dogs slow motion stroll and added sunglasses to both Little Rusties.


Thank goodness you are still able to make SOME sound judgements.

:P

lime said...

that's a terrific shot of yoru clan. i was humming bad to the bone. hehehe
so glad youfound a group youreally enjoy. must make it so much more enjoyable.

tsduff said...

My husband and I rode all over the place on our bikes, with various biker groups. I miss those days so very much - nice people, fun campouts, good grub... we dragged the kids all out too. After he died I just don't ride the same way - or hardly at all in fact. The campouts aren't the same alone.

You have a great looking family :)

C said...

What a GREAT shot! That should be your Christmas card photo if you do that sort of thing. :)

Nessa said...

Merry Turkey Holiday.

Come see my gobbler.