Wheeling Around

It is pretty easy to convince everyone in the house that we should get out to the farm and turn over the two dirt bikes and go for a rip.  The country roads are absolutely baron except for that procrastinating farmer who was just combining wheat and running his grain bins up and down the road.  There was no traffic to contend with at all.  We took off to our go-to spot outside of Dungannon and down at The Mill.  I tell Molly this is where Joel and I used to go when we were in high school.  And not so long ago it was a pretty common Friday afternoon post school stop to skip rocks and to have an impromptu staff meeting with Mike, Larry and Leisa.  There may have even been a drink or two consumed in the process.  But those days seem like eons ago, they were pre-kids for the 3 of us, not Larry, and we haven't really been back regularly.    

It is a leisurely ride for sure.  We don't get up past the 30km/h range at all.  The bikes just putt-putt away with little effort.  Wally rides in the front, and Molly generally rides pylon with me.