Those that know me know that Harley-Davidson is one of my greatest passions. If I was put in the situation that I had to give up photography or motorcycles, I would have to drop the camera. It is my therapy, my release, my church. Living in Southern California gives me a riding season of 12 months so when I feel the need to get away from the hassles of everyday life, escape is as close as my garage. There are a couple days a year I like to go riding whether or not I “feel the need” based solely on the fact that there is no traffic. When you live in LA, you have to take advantage of these things. One day is Christmas; the other is Superbowl Sunday.
This past Superbowl Sunday was gorgeous around here. It was close to 80 degrees out and because the Superbowl was starting around 3:30 PM local time, it was a safe bet that this was going to be a great day for a ride. The problem was, Tanya was feeling really wiped out from her Rheumatoid Autoimmune Disease (RAD) and was not feeling up to it. Well, after the guilt I felt being in Las Vegas last month, you might imagine that I was a little hesitant just going off and having a good time without her. I am just not wired that way. To her credit, a couple hours later she said she would like to go for a ride, but she only felt capable of going out for a few minutes. That was not really what I had in mind. Continue reading
After our morning motorcycle ride, Tanya and I headed home to prepare to go to my dad’s for Christmas dinner. Tanya fixed her famous strawberry-pecan summer salad and I picked up a few bottles of wine from my Sort This Out Cellars stash. We then packed the car, loaded up the dogs and headed to my dad’s.
Besides a couple brothers and a sister, there were my dad’s friends and friends of friends. I guess there were close to 20 people by the time all was said and done. As you can tell by the photos, we had a wide variety of food and drink and there were plenty of smiles to go around. Continue reading
Regular readers to this blog have probably figured out that I have a few Christmas traditions that may not be your typical Norman Rockwell Christmas scenario. Of course, Norman Rockwell did not live by the Southern California beaches, so that might have something to do with it. Of all the traditions I have, the one that probably goes back the furthest is my Christmas morning bike ride. These are photos from that ride.
Since there are several shopping malls by me and the streets have been packed since Thanksgiving, I take advantage of the fact that the streets are virtually empty on Christmas morning and I go for a ride. This year, Tanya spent her first Christmas with me, so she went for her first Christmas morning ride. I have a feeling she will be joining me for years to come. Continue reading