I am the most uncool biker chick...Ever. Despite me being severely uncool, riding behind my Dad, in a pack of seven motorcycles makes me look...or at least feel super intimidating! There was a huge cruise and rally today, so if our little group drove close to another group. Boom. Instant Banditos. Also there is this this not secret little hand wave that most bikers do to bikers passing by. Riding on a motorcycle makes me part of a club full of bad guys and pretend bad guys.
Other than pretending like I had scary knuckle tattoos I got to ride through pine and cedar forests full of deer, sprawling fields of vegetables and berries, pastures of cows, horses...alpacas. Small logging towns, the state capitol, and oyster beds. A mushroom farm, Indian reservations, and in my opinion some of the prettiest little roads in WA.
And even with all of that, I got to spend time with my Dad, not saying much...just hanging out, just the way we like it.
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