Pit stop

I get to take a ride on the back of dude's Harley Davidson! A beautiful Heritage Softail*. He took me out on it last autumn and I loved it. Today's ride is three hours all over the county--backroads, highways, lakeshores, curves, bridges and bumps. Plus since my family used to own a cottage in the area, he makes sure it's included on the tour. Sigh, my girlfriend's daddy-o is such a gent.

He takes her out later in the day while I read the Globe & Mail in the sunshine, and even later it's a campfire for the second night in a row.

* which, there is no way I can take a classy enough shot of this bike, even though he graciously allows me to. Hence the cows that lumbered over to check us out on our pit stop.