Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Freedom and the Smell of Gas

I think we all have a few special moments in life when we are completely content. The first I remember was riding just in front of my Uncle Greg on an atc. I was straddling the gas tank holding on to the inside of the handlebars while he powered up a steep hill.

Another time I couldn't keep from dumbsmiling was when I rode on the back of my father-in-law's Harley just a few years ago. It was just up the street and I wasn't even driving, but the moment he pulled into traffic from the driveway and opened up the throttle I was free and eight years old again.

So, I got this. And it's awesome. There's nothing like sitting on five and a half horses on an open road at twilight with your son on a jimmy-rigged bicycle seat in front of you.








4 comments:

Susanne said...

No way! That's awesome! It looks like a simple but powerful motor bike.

BTW, no my boys can't have a ride.

Alli said...

My brother's nuts. I'm glad he's got a good wife to help him grow up. But not too much...

Kr!sty said...

How fun! What a great daddy your are Mike! Grant is a lucky boy.

Ralina said...

Grant just looks so cute on there. How fun!