



I used to ride motorcycles. Often. But after two somewhat-serious accidents (neither times with me as the driver), I felt it was time to give it up. For ten years, with one minor exception, I have not been on a bike, until yesterday. Dan's bicycle was in the shop, and he had borrowed his brother's Triumph. It was a glorious day, and we only had a short period of time together. I sucked it up, got on the back, wrapped my arms around him and off we went. It was, in a word, Heaven.
Just please, don't tell my mother.
(All images courtesy of The Selvedge Yard)
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