Pretty much every time we have the opportunity to borrow the Goldwing and go for a ride with the family, we dream about getting our own touring bike, and this was no exception. I wasn’t worried about ending up with the only motorcycle helmet that wasn’t miked up - I was to be the passenger in the barcalounger-ish seat on the back of borrowed Goldwing, it was perfect weather on a beautiful fall day, and it was hours of amazing scenery and peace. This was Saturday - no particular place to be and no particular time to be home.
Blissful afternoon. *LOVE* fall. Enough said.
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