Birthday, and Gardens

Daughter, on her 19th birthday, given a ride to Thompsons Mill and Brownsville by Himself; our front porch with Heidi and sidewalk decorations; Himself and I on a garden walk through Schreiners Iris Garden yesterday.

Saturday Motorcycle Club Ride

The bottom photo was the first stop, Brownsville, on the Saturday ride. They left soon after I got there. Daughter and I had the follow car, which half way through picked up a really cute Bultaco with the trailer, because it was fouling plugs faster and faster, and from there took highways back to the fairgrounds. Someone counted 85 participants in this year's May ride. Everyone admired the route, the curves, the roads, the scenery and the ride which Himself put together and lead, until a Norvin broke down and only Himself would do to advise, so Friendly Neighbor from down the street who'd gone on one of the recon missions with us lead the rest of the way back even though he was on a 2000 W650 so had been riding in the rear, while Himself, plus the club president who was riding the

Lightning because his Speed Twin wasn't running, went back to check out the Norvin, which limped back home with the headlight off. Old battery, mostly. The top photo is Himself on his B31 leading the pack. My hero.

I've got to figure out how to show you what the Norvin guy drove to our house after dropping that bike at home. Here it is!

Nothing in Particular

I've been looking through old photos for pictures of MIL because she's Resident of the Month at the care center, and I found this 15 or 16 year old photo of the Gold Wing. It's currently out of commission. Himself has spent the morning looking for parts. I think he said something about a differential. I've seen pictures. Words are eluding me lately. I think my brain is full, and if I put in any more, something will spill out.