Look at the handsome boys who pulled in to my driveway last night!
My Grandpa, my Dad, my uncle Mike, and my uncle Dave.
These guys have been on a 10 day motorcycle trip up through Canada. Isn't my grandpa cute? He totally hangs with his sons. (He's 78 and can ride a full day AFTER camping out in a tent the night previous.... for 10 days!!)
They cruised into Washington state yesterday and decided to layover for the night at our house before riding the rest of the way home today.
They were a rough bunch needing some home-cooked food, soft chairs, and showers.
I'm good for that and was happy to have them.
Of course I wanted to take a ride. Motorcycles have been a part of my life since I was a small child, but it has been a while...
Cowgirl boots were the best I could do. My dad drove me up through the wheat fields to the top of the cliffs behind our house. The sun was just setting. Gorgeous. We even passed another motorcycle and I got to do the two-finger wave. Killer.
And then... he let me drive down.
Um no. Just kidding. Not in this life. But it looks good right?
Safe travels boys.