|I just love the way my helmet squeezes my chipmunk cheeks.|
My favorite stop so far has been at a little cafe next door to an antique shop. We ate lunch there and then spent 45 minutes perusing the antiques. I think we were in Livingston, TX. On Memorial Day we biked to Louisiana for a friend's birthday party. En route, Herb took me through some little town where there was a church with a giant outdoor statue of Our Lady of Guadalupe that he wanted me to see. He had been there one afternoon when the sun was shining through some stained glass onto the statue. He thought it was really pretty and that I would like it. I did. Next time I'll get a picture.
When he first got the Harley, I thought that we would go off for the weekend and camp in a tent. I thought he wanted adventure! And I was ready to go, but it turns out, he mostly likes day trips. He assures me that when we go overnight, he wants to stay in a hotel--a nice one, probably with a whirlpool for our numb backsides. LOL!
I've found that I can pray like crazy about all sorts of things when we are on a bike trip. The funny thing is, he wants to talk, and he wants me to talk too. Somehow the motorcycle reverses our natural tendencies in this regard.
As for proper attire, I have just been wearing my long, full skirts, and they seem to do just fine. I had a little trouble with this blue one (in the picture) wanting to blow up over my knees because it is so light. But I just tucked it under Herb a little bit, and that solved the problem. I wear my cowboy boots. Otherwise my feet get too hot.