I have essentially always said that I grew up on the back of my Dad's motorcycle while he practiced in the hills for racing. It was great. I loved the thrill and adventure of it all; pushing past my fear to that exciting conquering feeling in the open wind.
As you see he is still riding... After his retirement a couple years ago, he bought a new BMW and has made several long tours, this one being to the furthest southern tip in the Florida keys. He has traveled to the most northern through Alaska and Canada and followed the famous Route 66 for old times sake. He wants to travel way south on the continent, through the Panama Canal, to the Venezuela. He travels alone and Marsha isn't as fond of that idea, so we will see.
A recurring theme in our conversations since he retired "Don't work a day longer than you have to" along with an added recent note "Too many die while still in the harness". I find these great words of wisdom and advice and I am diligently steering toward that goal.
