I remember my first bike better than I remember my first girlfriend.  I can still remember nearly everything about it.

“I had no plans to end up where I am.   I had every plan to keep riding….”

This is a cool video.   I get it.   If you ride, you’ll probably get it too.

Fall is here.   Cold mornings, shorter days.   Doesn’t bode well for the bike and I here soonish.

Took her for a ride after work tonight. It was nice. Weather was cool, and she was glad to stretch her legs a little.  Man, so was I.

Seasons make you appreciate the riding season more.    This whole winter and fall shit is still new to me.

Scouted the perimeter this weekend. Got above the city, and took some pictures. This is my family, minus one who wanted to just wanted some alone time. I can certainly understand that (hell, doesn’t any biker?).

I never told the kids I used to come up here as a youngster, and what I did to the neighbor cats that got into our garbage cans.      Figured that was a bar story.    My old neighbors, the bellistons know   what I’m talking about.  It dies with us.

Sometimes, I feel like I’m getting older.   Not in my body, not in my soul, but in my experiences.    Some things are just more valuable to me anymore.   Like my kids and wife.   Pretty lucky in that regard…

We went and saw a movie aimed towards my youngest then we drove over the alpine loop.    The mountains have a rust color to them, almost like lichens on an old rock.     They change every day it seems.      Snow is just around the corner I betcha.

Man, Life is good.

Seriously. Whatever happened to just growing old?

My grandparents did it. My parents did it. Yours more than likely did too.

I’m planning on it. Thank god my wife is too. I’m sure she’ll go down fighting. She may not see this the way I see it.

Cougars is ok as vernacular and ok in porn. My wife, I want her to grow old with me. I’m fine with the wrinkles, the stretch marks and the experience. Hell, I almost welcome it, if you can stick.

Ponce de Leon can eat a bag of hell. Nothing wrong with getting old.

This song has been on about every play list I’ve had riding since It came out.     George Harrison.   The quiet Beatle, but made some great songs.    This is a great one to throw over a footpeg and tap along, while that V-twin thumps along to the beat.

Plus the video kicks ass.   Happy Friday!

Watching it this morning.   What a great show.

I’ve been here.   Didn’t realize it till now.

I’m learning up here, never forget the jacket.     July means shit.    I’m learning that.    Down south, I hung it up for the summer.  Not so up here.    Basically, I have 1 1/2 saddlebags up here.    Spent the day with the wife and kids at Lagoon (a utah amusement park) and man, it was a bit chilly.    I live in the mountains now.

Had to explain it to cagers twice this week.      55 degrees walking to your car is a lot different than riding it on a motorcycle.

My first thought on the Aurora shooting is that my heart goes out to the innocent victims and their families. Good people, shot by a bad person. They just wanted to see a movie. My second thought is, If more of us carried legally, maybe less innocent people would have died. Pretty sure a 9 at the hands of a good citizen would have gone through that helmet. Either way, sad deal.