harley
what to write, what to write.
a small contingent of bikes showed up in the parking lot at the bomb club show. there were a couple of exceptional bikes, and others, that could be bought at the dealership as is, i suppose.
this bike stood out, being so bright and colorful compared to the others.
we spent this past weekend down in san diego. no reason. better half just wanted to escape.
it was surprisingly not very crowded, in spite of expected protests and also father’s day. maybe everyone was at the nearby del mar fairgrounds. the padres were away, playing elsewhere, so there’s that. no marathons were happening, so we were able to find a reasonably priced hotel.
could probably have stayed, or at least visited at my sister-in-law’s home, but it just isn’t the same without my brother still there. just being in the city, always brings up memories of when we’d take him with us for the day, out on a harbor cruise, or midway, or balboa park. or they inviting us to dinner, only for us to pick up the check after they both would look elsewhere until we grabbed it.
perhaps we will retire there, though we’re happy where we are for now. as long as we can both climb the stairs. getting old sucks.
