My First "Ride"

 
  My how small this world can be.  Thirty-eight years ago my dad propped
me up on his motorcycle so I could have my picture taken.  A simple
family snap-shot.  Almost completely forgettable in the major scope of
life.  We didn't live in this place very long and none of my family live
near there now.

  After I retired from the Navy in March, Tamara and I set off on a
motorcycle trip.  Many of you "followed" us on that trip via the stories
and road reports I emailed along the way.  While the ostensible motive
for this trip was for us to see the Country and to set wheels into all 50
states, we had an ulterior motive as well.  We were looking for some
place to live that we liked better than western Montana.

  Not being successful at finding a better place we "settled" in Montana
in September (after our stint with the Forest Service over the summer).  
It didn't last long at our first place.  Suffice it to say it was not
honestly advertised.

  I'm really not sure what drew us to this place we live now.  It wasn't
available when we were looking for a place in September...  It wasn't
*really* available when we were again looking for a place in October.  
There was still work that needed to be done after the lase tenant moved
out after ten years of living with pets.  The owners, it turns out, were
once good friends of my Grand Parents and we were able to work out a deal
that satisfied all parties and we moved in two weeks early.

  By this time I know what you are thinking...  "Heh.  They must live in
the same place now."

  No...  That would be too spooky...

  How odd is it, though, that the only other building visible in the
photograph would be the one place we found where we really fit, thirty-
seven years later?

  The bushes have grown quite a bit and the brick building has been
painted white since the photo was taken (as you can see from the second
photo taken from the opposite direction) but the house in the background
is, without a doubt, the house we live in now.

  I think, without realizing it at the time we arrived, that we really
are There.

Then:
http://imagesdesavions.com/biketrip/pics/mc.jpg

Now:
http://imagesdesavions.com/biketrip/pics/otherway.jpg

--
RCOS #7
IBA# 11465
http://imagesdesavions.com

 
SNIP

Life is often a circle or so I'm told...some cut
bigger circles than others.


Is that a dream I spy with my little eye?


Looks like you need a chainsaw on a stick and rent
a chipper shredder.

--
Keith Schiffner
History does not record anywhere at any time a
religion that has any rational basis. Religion is
a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up
to the unknown without help. But, like dandruff,
most people do have a religion and spend time and
money on it and seem to derive considerable
pleasure from fiddling with it.
Robert Heinlein

 


Life is a wheelie. And then you endo.

 
in message

clutch and rear brake modulation prevent that from
happening... I wouldn't know for sure as I've
never owned anything that would wheelie...okay
there was a 80' KLR250 long ago and far away. But
I swear I NEVER EVER attempted to wheelie it.

--
Keith Schiffner
History does not record anywhere at any time a
religion that has any rational basis. Religion is
a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up
to the unknown without help. But, like dandruff,
most people do have a religion and spend time and
money on it and seem to derive considerable
pleasure from fiddling with it.
Robert Heinlein

 
.......

Nice pic, Stephen.  Many childhood experiences leave an imprint in our
mind, don't they?  I stopped in my home town of Monrovia while in LA, got
out of the car at my cousin's home, and recognized the combination of
silence, smell, humidity, and temperature that was in the air itself.
That sensory experience was the same as when I lived there almost 35 years
ago.

Robert