Over the last week we escaped the helmet-law-tyranny of Alabama and headed for the still-free (at least as far as helmet laws are concerned) state of FL where my Gorgeous Wife's (GW) brother planted himself 20-some-odd years ago. His son and DIL just happened to be in town from Phoenix the same week, so they rented a Harley Ultra and the two of us spent most of the 480 miles we put on the bikes harassing my bro-in-law and his ol' lady with Harley exhaust bouncin' off their Kawasaki Nomad's windshield all four days that we rode together. I think he said his bike was like 1800 cc's or somethin', but they're wasted on him as he putted through every 65 mph zone doin' around 45 or 50. He's only eight years older than I am, but I guess the arthritis has settled in his throttle hand. LOL I ordered a patch for him when we got home that he'll get sometime this, or maybe next week:
And one for his ol' lady:
As always, GW was the main attraction:
Also as always, I practiced what I preach (helmet freedom) and got the sunburn on my forehead to prove it, and the grin just won't seem to go away for the time being:
Also as always, I preach what I practice:
NIL (nephew in law) followed in dear ol' dad's footsteps and is a firefighter in Phoenix. Dude is close to as tall as I am (6'-6"), only his chest measurement is way bigger than his waist measurement. I didn't even know that was humanly possible!
Ready to head home.....
About 20 miles up the road we stopped for breakfast. It was the most beautiful day of the trip, so I asked GW if she would mind pullin' an empty trailer so I could ride helmet-free for the next couple of hundred miles to the FL/AL state line. Being the beyond generous, most understanding ol' lady I've had for the last 30 years (on Oct. 31st as a matter of fact), she not only said yeah, that'd be fine, but she strongly encouraged me to get my big fartin' ass out of the Jeep and go have some fun!
Man! Life is good!
Blues