Is good for the soul.
During our most recent jaunt into Northwest Arkansas and Eureka Springs, we spent an afternoon at Roaring River State park watching the wannabe fly fishers do their darnedest to beat the trout into submission.
On the ride into the park, if you've never been, the roads become really motorcycle worthy for a couple miles.
The wife and I were following a Harley rider, guessing about my age, 60 err.....something, grey beard flowing in the wind.
He'd doing quite well in the twisties, and we are not being held back by his speed, tossing his bike from one floorboard scraping corner to the next. He's getting the most out of the ride an I'm thinking that's pretty good for a Harley. Pretty good for any old man on a fat bike.
Didn't realize just how good until we rolled up to the stop sign and he put both his prosthetic feet on the ground. From the knees down all aftermarket parts.
Like I said, sometimes a little humble pie.........................
During our most recent jaunt into Northwest Arkansas and Eureka Springs, we spent an afternoon at Roaring River State park watching the wannabe fly fishers do their darnedest to beat the trout into submission.
On the ride into the park, if you've never been, the roads become really motorcycle worthy for a couple miles.
The wife and I were following a Harley rider, guessing about my age, 60 err.....something, grey beard flowing in the wind.
He'd doing quite well in the twisties, and we are not being held back by his speed, tossing his bike from one floorboard scraping corner to the next. He's getting the most out of the ride an I'm thinking that's pretty good for a Harley. Pretty good for any old man on a fat bike.
Didn't realize just how good until we rolled up to the stop sign and he put both his prosthetic feet on the ground. From the knees down all aftermarket parts.
Like I said, sometimes a little humble pie.........................
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