Born to be wild…

I am posting this to show a couple of friends that once upon a time I was a wild child; still a bit wild just not as often and a bit more mature now – sometimes.  I forget how long ago this was but I do know that I was working as a teacher’s assistant in a high school.  This was not my bike,  it belonged to one of the schools resource police officers who took me for a ride when I told him I’d never ridden a motorcycle and always wanted to ride a Harley.

And purple too!

Put on my leathers and away we went.  And this was the day I learned why bikers tie or braid up their long hair when riding.  Hair stings when it whips you in the face when you’re going at high speeds.  Need to find something wild and crazy(ish) to do soon besides playing Steppenwolf really loud.

Teri

 

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Fine art photographer who loves to see and capture the amazing things in this world. Owner of Images by TDashfield photography. www.imagesbytdashfield.com
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12 Responses to Born to be wild…

  1. So fun and you’ve got the leather pants too!

  2. Pit says:

    I would always have liked to ride a motor bike, but I never got a license.

  3. Garfield Hug says:

    You look so cool in the right outfit too! Love the hog! Thanks for posting this!👏👍😀

  4. Nancy says:

    Okay… I e got the song stuck in my head now! Thank you very much!

    Great memory.

  5. equinoxio21 says:

    Shades of Steppenwolf… We were born, born to be wild…

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