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
Images by T.Dashfield Photography 
So fun and you’ve got the leather pants too!
Thanks! And I put on my leather jacket when we rode off too 🙂
I would always have liked to ride a motor bike, but I never got a license.
Take a ride with someone maybe?
You look so cool in the right outfit too! Love the hog! Thanks for posting this!👏👍😀
Happy to share 🙂
😄Thanks again.
Okay… I e got the song stuck in my head now! Thank you very much!
Great memory.
Back in my hippie days 😉
Shades of Steppenwolf… We were born, born to be wild…
Oh yeah! Back when I was really wild 😉
Weren’t we all?