A few pictures of me with my bike, Ruth.
My Dad bought her in 1973 on a whim. Mom was supposed to say "no" and didn't. He added aftermarket pipes, a fairing and windshield, crashbars and a rear luggage rack. They rode her on trips to both coasts, putting about 36,000 miles on her before me and my sister came along. After I was 8 or so, Dad didn't ride anymore as he had his own business to attend to, then his eyes were too bad to drive safely.
The summer I turned 18, Dad and I spent fixing her up (with Lee helping me wash the grime of ten years off). Dad paid my way through a MSF Basic Riding course, bought me a helmet and gloves, and signed the title over to me the day I passed the course.
Some trip reports:
The Great Motorcycle Journey My first trip, from Florida to Michigan
Trip Log from August 20-24, 2001
Documentary on the trip from Minneapolis to Peoria in the spring of 2002. We had a chase car (due to me indulging my mother's paranoia) so there are some interesting shots (the photographer is easily amused and demanded *all* the pictures be posted, so it's not my fault!)
Young Biker
Early evidence of me and my bike (I was 7ish)
Resurection
My first ride after Dad and I put her back together.
1.4 miles of circling the cul-de-sac