My parents recently drove from Arkansas to California via Route 66. Their 50th anniversary is this month. They drove their minivan there to visit old friends near the bay area where I grew up.
They see me riding often and listen to my tales of the rides and the friends made. I have told them often how bikers are some of the best people you will ever meet.
As they got to the Grand Canyon, they were taking pictures and enjoying the scenery when a couple of bikers from Idaho rode up. As the
more...My parents recently drove from Arkansas to California via Route 66. Their 50th anniversary is this month. They drove their minivan there to visit old friends near the bay area where I grew up.
They see me riding often and listen to my tales of the rides and the friends made. I have told them often how bikers are some of the best people you will ever meet.
As they got to the Grand Canyon, they were taking pictures and enjoying the scenery when a couple of bikers from Idaho rode up. As they were talking about their trips, my dad asked if it would be alright to stand in front of one of the guys bikes for a picture. The biker looked at him and said, "Well, sure, but first put my leather jacket on and sit on the bike".
My folks now have a new understanding of what I am always talking about.
Its good to remember every person we meet along our journeys is someone's mom, dad, brother, sister, spouse or friend.
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