Three seasons of the year Harley riders parade by my house. I love the biker look--tatooes, beards, bandanas and the rest of the acoutrements. However, the last thing I would ever do is ride a motorcycle or dress like a biker. So I am always entertained by the traffic going by my house. It is also a popular route for cyclists. I have to watch out for the joggers, too, because they sneak up on you and I am easily startled and might let out a scream when I am working close to the road. Today I looked up and my 62 year-old sister was approaching on her bike. I am very impressed with her active life style. She bikes on weekend treks alone. A short trip would be the one from her house to mine. Her odometer says it is exactly 10 miles. Also, she has all the gear and usually buys the best: Italian biking shoes, glasses, shorts, gloves, top, jacket all specifically made for the sport. In addition the the cycling, she belongs to a dance troupe that will be performing locally in late spring. Hope to get a photo of her in her dance costume. She likes the latest hip-hop type of music. Later in the day the worst rag-tag group of cyclists that I have ever seen went by. A mix of youths and adults and a good percentage didn't even have helmets. They did have a trailing car for support. I felt like asking what was their purpose for the trip.
Also, I took photos of some of my art work from high school days and have posted them here. There is one of my son--a charcoal drawing of him when he was about six and it was done on the Boardwalk in either Atlantic City or Ocean City. I am ready to toss some laminated magazine pages of Jack Kennedy and Eisenhower. Maybe another time I will post some of the prints from my many past cruises. Haven't been on one lately.
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