Well, the day started out with a nice ride. Met dad at a restaurant in Fairfield where he was eating with folks from his 45th? reunion. Looked like a standard Sunday at the old folks home if you ask me.
Then we ran through Harrison, around through Indiana, across the Markland damn, up some back roads to get to the Cracker Barrel.

I caught this little guy on the way.

(We were running a little behind and wicked it up a bit for the last 30- miles or so and ended up only being like 2 mins late).
And then there it was... The earth stood still...


Yep, he bought a hardley.
The first thing my dad asked him was if he'd been ticketed yet for wearing a full face helmet on a Harley.
At least it's mostly maintenance free (belt drive and hydraulic valves)

Gar actually looks pretty good on it. I'm sure it will bring he and Jules a lot of smiles.
