from a daughter . . .
well, i wrote something long and beautiful and then accidentally deleted it. darn it! this is an incredible thread. it's whipped me right back down memory lane.
my pops was my moto influence; first ride at age 8. the motorcycle frightened me in the beginning. after years of after school lessons, and eventually getting my license and riding to high school every day on my xl250, it's become a passion; a part of my being and a part of my spiritual language.
maybe i'll try to conjur up what i had written before and paste it over this. here are a couple pics. one is of our first lesson and the other is of me in recent times out on a local road here in sonoma county.
'we are spiritual beings having a human experience.'