Love the lyrics of this song.   It’s been in my head all day.

The world is changing.   I try and keep up on it.    Some things I gotta figure won’t ever change… like family, a spirit of  adventure, and the want to know and do more than the other shmo’s.

I’d roll a red barchetta methinks.

A weekend long family reunion in the mountains is a cheap excuse for a ride.     Missus Zip is already up there.  I promised her I’d get up there fast tomorrow, but I’m sure she knows me better than that.     2 of my kids have jobs and responsibilities and can’t go, which is how it should be at their age.

East Canyon is a beautiful ride.   A great ride to just take your time….Up through the aspens, and great turns as you head into Morgan County.     I look forward to this part.   Just me and my bike.    88 miles in 6 hours.    I’m gonna stop at any little thing of interest.   Take a picture of that view.   Breathe.    Drink in the scenery.    Enjoy that sweeping curve.     Bark at that douche bag on his pedal bike for being in the middle of the road when he doesn’t need to be.   Round a lake.   Hit that side road that I’ve always wondered about.   Stop at every historical marker that someone made in 1962.

Shit, now  I can’t wait.    A good ride is a beautiful thing.  It’s warm up here, and the windshield is stored away for a while.

My youngest is 11, and I’ll pack a helmet and some sunglasses for her so she can ride back with her Dad.    An opportunity.   I gotta think those are the moments they’ll remember, at least I hope so.   She’s a good kid.

Ronald Reagan nailed it for me, just now. I think he said this 35 years ago.

I think its why all my best friends are bikers.    The concept of freedom isn’t lost there, and they have the balls to fight and protect it if need be.

I’m a Ronald Reagan Guy, always have been.   Love this clip.

A good deal of these guys were just Farm kids, who were raised a way and knew the right thing.  A lot of them were kids from the Bronx,  Chicago and LA.   Volunteers a lot of em.   Kids from Canada to California to Maine and Florida.   They answered the call.

I gotta think, it was a different day and age.

Most of these guys are gone now, but a few remain. D-day is a reverent thing.    9,000 of them didn’t make it out.

Someone sent me this video.   A colorized version of the D-day landings.    Thought i’d pass it on.

The Greatest Generation.

I never really had a bucket list.    I just think I found one, and this is at the top.

The lower 48 states in the most efficient route a guy could take.   In a car, its supposedly 113 hours.     You biker pricks know it’d  take a lot longer for you.

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6,872 miles.      A guy named Steven Von Worley apparently did the math, and this is what he came up with.    Starts in South Berwick Maine and ends in Taft, Montana.

Iron Butt Association, eat your heart out.    Someone is gonna do it, if they already haven’t.   You BMW/sporty-bike guys can eat a bag of hell.    Someone needs to do this on American Iron.

It was important to my father that he wouldn’t be forgotten. Dad, I’m pretty sure that anyone who knew you hasn’t. An old pic of my dad as a young buck:

Been in my head all week.

Ya gotta love the Beatles.