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| does this stuff ever remind me of my brother. I last saw him alive 14 years ago on Easter.... |
Tradition kept it`s place and I got to go for a good long ride on Good Friday again. This little tradition started three years ago and it seems like it may never die.
It is always a good time of year, for the most part the trails are usually just ready to go or Spring is busy doing it`s thing and the feeling in the air is always well...awesome. We have to go through some rough goings through the Winter months and the Springtime mood is a bit more special then other parts of the world.
Today`s ride took me out of the valley and I did some good old fashioned car dodging, and redneck trash suped up pickup truck dodging. In the end. I survived. A visit to our sad little downtown airport was almost depressing. I haven`t been there in a while. With one runway closed and signs of the whole thing coming to an end, there wasn`t much activity there. As kids, me and my brother were there lot`s with my Dad and the activity was great for a small family of aircraft nerds.
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| white plane, white bike |
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| heading into downtown |
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| first riding dirt pic of two eleven ( it was real short) |
