That’s what I like to hear. I want to keep on riding until the sun finally sets…

Things just slip past me…

Steve, I hear you. Really, where DID they go?

When I read “new crayons” the smell came flooding back. I loved starting school when I was little — getting a writing tablet, a big pencil, and a box of Crayola crayons. Where did the years go?

It’s hard to stop riding. Probably explains why I keep going through the winter. The fire is still there. And if I begin to wear a little maybe then (don’t say anything to Dom) it will be time to look at a URAL.

My father couldn’t, or wouldn’t, take me driving. It all fell to my mother. She did something right — ended up taking my driver’s test in our 1970 VW Campmobile — standard trans, big bus. Not problem. Loved that thing.

Hope your driving lessons are going well.

It’s going to be in the 90s here on Sunday. A real scorcher. Winter? Humbug!

I’ll try. The thought of doing that seems impossible right now but who knows what’s around the next bend…

Sitting here, late in the evening, and I want a pizza too. I suspect it may be nothing more than a lame excuse to go for a ride….

I think you’re right about coming to the end of the road and not wishing we had worked more. So much of our lives are spent working. It’s unnerving to think about. Oh well, it’s nothing a little ride won’t fix.

A toast to the thrill!