So, last Saturday, even though some shopping needed to be done, I opted instead to
make it a motorbike day.
First, I rode out to our shop to change my oil. It's such a breeze on an FJR.
About 10 minutes and painless. But, I was wondering, what kind of oil I should....
Aaah, never mind.
We've got pigs at work. I've grown fond of them, but I'm told they have
only another month.
Considered setting them free in the middle of the night.
This is them. Steve, Rodney, and Dave.
This is Lucca. He's deaf and has poor eyesight. An old man.
His nose still works, though.
And his best buddy, Sierra. She's a doll, but the camera scares her.
Okay. Motorcycling.
Rode out east and south. This is what it looked like.
Just outta town.
Through Drytown. Very small.
"Passing a truck" photo.
And on through the rolling foothills.
Through Jackson, stopping when something deserved attention.
Neat cemetery.
Holy hilltop.
Thank GOODNESS for California's cellphone law.
Rural life.
And a quick stop.
I wonder is it a contraction, or the possessive?
My brethren.
Days are too damn short this time of the year. The afternoon had slipped away, so
I turned for home.
Followed this fellow for a bit, but couldn't take it for long.
I'd just passed him, and slowed down. Whew.
And on back.
Another quick stop for adjustments.
More old man music.
Where did the day go?
And back to reality for the last few miles home.
I hate it when it's over.
Sooooo, fast forward to Christmas Eve. (Last night.)
Chores were done, so I decided to take a late evening ride. Most folks were where they were going,
and the traffic had eased up. I just took a little ride around town, here and there, and got a few photos.
This is them.
A quick errand...
...And then aimless wandering.
Hoping everyone had a good Christmas.
It's been quite a year.
Thanks for looking in.
make it a motorbike day.
First, I rode out to our shop to change my oil. It's such a breeze on an FJR.
About 10 minutes and painless. But, I was wondering, what kind of oil I should....
Aaah, never mind.
We've got pigs at work. I've grown fond of them, but I'm told they have
only another month.
Considered setting them free in the middle of the night.
This is them. Steve, Rodney, and Dave.
This is Lucca. He's deaf and has poor eyesight. An old man.
His nose still works, though.
And his best buddy, Sierra. She's a doll, but the camera scares her.
Okay. Motorcycling.
Rode out east and south. This is what it looked like.
Just outta town.
Through Drytown. Very small.
"Passing a truck" photo.
And on through the rolling foothills.
Through Jackson, stopping when something deserved attention.
Neat cemetery.
Holy hilltop.
Thank GOODNESS for California's cellphone law.
Rural life.
And a quick stop.
I wonder is it a contraction, or the possessive?
My brethren.
Days are too damn short this time of the year. The afternoon had slipped away, so
I turned for home.
Followed this fellow for a bit, but couldn't take it for long.
I'd just passed him, and slowed down. Whew.
And on back.
Another quick stop for adjustments.
More old man music.
Where did the day go?
And back to reality for the last few miles home.
I hate it when it's over.
Sooooo, fast forward to Christmas Eve. (Last night.)
Chores were done, so I decided to take a late evening ride. Most folks were where they were going,
and the traffic had eased up. I just took a little ride around town, here and there, and got a few photos.
This is them.
A quick errand...
...And then aimless wandering.
Hoping everyone had a good Christmas.
It's been quite a year.
Thanks for looking in.