This year I so far asked not once to go to Bornhausen (60 km one way) for a drive on our "Moped". It came to my mind occasionally, though.
The older I get the more afraid I get, too. How dumb.
First too cold, then too hot, too. Now the temp is just right.
This arvo I lay in my sunlounger, reading a book, when right underneath in the inner couryard a loud bike started - no idea if it was a Harley. Maybe a new one, ours sure makes more sound - hear here.
Hmmmm... now I´d love to go for a ride. But it´s too late, a waste of money to register her now. Season is nearly over.
So, just a pic.
This was taken at Ingo´s Grandma´s place. She´s gone two years now...
Maybe next year we go for some rides?
2 comments:
Nothin like the sound of a Harley :)
I tell ya, Barbara! Miss her... too late, that is!
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