For a while, Bill had a motorcycle. He drove it to work. That was nice because we had only one car, and it saved on the cost of gas. But I always worried about him a little. Like nowadays, there was the the usual problems of motorists not having respect for motorcylists and motorists not always seeing a motorcyclist. I rode with him a few times and always held on for dear life. The kids liked it though. (They didn't know any better. Ha, ha, ha!) Below are photos of them with their dad taken in May 1979. Can you tell how much they were enjoying sitting on the bike?


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The LORD will guard you as you come and go,
both now and forever. Psalm 121:8
I remember having to put on jeans to ride it since the tank got hot. But
he would only take us around the cul de sac. Oh, and I thought he was so
cool!!!
Amy, you were soooo abused. It's a wonder you didn't become a biker babe.
My kids always loved motorcycles. Even as kids they had to have dirt bikes.
Me, I'm like you, they scare me. I like to be surrounded by metal. That is
encase someone slams into me.