And here he is, with my grandfather:
She didn't have pictures, my aunt, but apparently my uncle and my cousin's sister were big riders in those days, too. My father owned a motorcycle then, but he wasn't as big into it as he was into muscle cars.
It's those Tennessee mountain roads. They seduce.
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Sweet photo's.
I don't know where it comes from, Grim. The motorcycle gene is a mysterious thing. No one in my family rode, but somehow it attached to me. Sometimes it skips generations,grandfather to grandson.
My wife may have gotten it from her brothers.
I suspect it's just the old cavalry gene.
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