I’ll be away for a long while, friends, but while I’m gone, you should all check out my mate’s blog for his Iron 883. He’s got all my tricks and more, his blog’s gonna be real cold. He’s still designing, but the URL is http://rapturous-hei.tumblr.com/
I was wandering the other day and stopped in for a bite to eat at a Panera in the area. I was carrying my helmet when I went in, and had to hold the door for a middle-aged dude, his little daughter (3-4, probably) and an elderly lady who I’m guessing was his mother (in her dusking years). When they went through and I followed, the dad said to his daughter, “Look, honey, that’s the guy that was on the motorcycle!” She stared at me in sheer awe. It was adorable, so I held my helmet out for her to touch, which she did with the utmost reverence. The old woman said, “A motorcycle!” She said it with equal fascination, which I hadn’t expected. Generally, the looks I get from older folks when I’m riding are … unsavory. But she went on to say, “You know, I’ve always wanted to touch a motorcycle!” So I held the helmet out to her to hold, too. She didn’t quite hold it—she was a bit frail. But it was so sweet. After, the dad said with a warm smile, “They really like motorcycles.”
"Now of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It leaves me only fifty more.”
If you have a question for the Wanderer, feel free to ask! If you’d like, you can submit your own pictures of your bike, and we can wander together, too.
Or, if you’d like to see the Little Wanderer come through your streets, suggest a place for me to ride through in the DMV area! My wanderlust always pulls me to places I’ve never been.