This week I had the chance to see into the American sub-culture of bikers! My dad took me to bike week in Daytona Beach. Unlike the people who trailer their bikes to the event, my dad and I were hardcore and rode across the state, making the journey part of the experience. It had been hot the week before, then got cold the day we left on the motorcycle, so it was an intense ride, giving me more respect for cyclists and bikers who are more exposed to the elements when traveling. The wind was blowing, the sun was in hiding, and even in leather chaps the air was cold. But we had a fun, and took a couple days to visit relatives and enjoy the Atlantic side of the state.
2 comments:
Amber! I have just caught up on your last few blogs and you have me wishing for my days as a florist and also wanting to visit a nudist colony. And, some of those photos are breathtaking. The one of you tight-roping the tree in a skirt is classically you and made me smile. Keep writing and snapping away.
Thanks hon! You are one of my blogging inspirations....
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