Once a biker, always a biker

From my very early days on my trike (I'm on the right), I have had a love affair with bikes. Biking to school and then to work and then on the back of a Harley, feeling the rush of air on my face and enjoying the adventure, I evolved. To me, there is nothing like it and had I not made a promise to my mother to not own a motorcycle till she was well on her way through the Pearly gates...I would have another trike...but this time one of those Spyders.

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My very first trip was a 12 hour jaunt down through New York State and all the way to Pennsylvania on the back of this Harley Heritage Springer and my seat was not the most comfie thing I've ever sat on. We were at the mercy of the elements as threatening skies chased us all the way. But I was hooked after that trip and enjoyed many more years of exploring the United States and Canada. We sought out vintage diners in our travels and attended antique motorcycle races. At one such race in Rhinebeck New York, we took a side trip and flew in a vintage bi-plane over the Hudson River! It was one of the most exciting experiences I have had to date.

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