Showing posts with label Motorcycles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Motorcycles. Show all posts

You can form emotional attachment to objects that transport you


My son's puddle Line
My son at the Bolingbrook High School Parking Lot
My dad giving my son a ride. My dad loves himself some 4-wheeler,
and knows Owyhee County like the back of his hand. 
James and I, 2006ish, on Meg K's bike
With some money that I was able to get from my job at Miner's RV, I bought my first car when I was 14. It was a 1986 ford escort, 2-door, hatch-back, with automatic seat-belts. I bought it from my dad for $500 dollar (photos of each car to follow later).

Bike in the snake-swamp at Camp
Morison in McCall
At Bogus basin above Boise. I'm the one on the right. 
After getting too many tickets, Al-State would no longer insure me. So I rode my bike to school a good portion of my Senior Year. Nothing says chick magnet like pulling up to school on a bicycle...
My bike with random water-colors and ink
My parents mailed my bike to me in Tennessee


Video of Ali and James ridding a bike we got from the Chipmans
James Chasing Finnley on his Tricycle 
I "walked" for 2 years, ever other week in Tennessee on my Mission, and put lots of miles on my Dr. Martins
My big wheel. Mine.
Big Wheel and Banana Seat Bike

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