I swear, whoever pays the Meteorologists is a fool and wasting their money.
Once again, what was forecasted to be cruddy weather turned out to be perfect for an evening motorcycle ride, this time with our youngest. (note the red jacket instead of white)
Finishing up dinner, we seized the opportunity to take our youngest out and let her stretch her wings on the road.
What a mix of emotions, seeing my babies all grown up, learning to do grown up things. No longer riding a two wheeled bicycle, but now able to blaze the trail for us on an evening ride around the countryside.
All grown up. Sigh.

My baby girl did mighty fine.

Yes, mighty fine indeed.