Ian talked me into getting back on the motorcycle for a weekend of riding. We met up with Mom and Dad and Andy and Diane in the very southwest Virginia/Tennessee area for scenic rides through the Smokey Mountains. We stayed at a campground/resort that is tailored for motorcycle riders. We mostly rode all day and enjoyed the campgrounds at night. It was a good getaway, although its not easy on your butt to ride all day. Unfortunately Dad's bike had a little issue and he was done riding for the weekend, but he and Mom got a solid day in before it happened. Other than that, perfect weekend, might do again.
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everything looked great, and I remember most all of it, except; who is the unidentfied nihilist with the escapee from Stalag 13 on the back of the motorscooter?
i love that pic!
love you too,
dudefather
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