Let's get out of here...

Merril asked if I wanted to go for a motorcycle ride today. I said, "Sure." So we got a babysitter for an hour, put on our gear and set out. It's the first time that we've ever ridden separate motorcycles. Until now, we've only had the one streetbike. He recently purchased a Ducati to fix and re-sell so we took the Ducati and the Yamaha FZR. (For all the non-motorcycle enthusiasts, the Ducati is the red one on the right and the FZR is the black one on the left.)We rode for about 35 minutes, stopped at a store for a snack and to hang out and then rode 35 minutes home. It was a little windy but the temperature was just right. It was a fun little ride and date.

I have a little love affair with motorcycles because it's something that I do ALL BY MYSELF, an entertainment not easily come by these days. There's no room for car seats, diaper bags or little containers of Cheerios. It's wind, the smell of french fries from the burger place I just passed and a little moment of freedom all wrapped up in a neat little package.