This is one of my favorite pictures of us. I’m 5 or 6. Motorcycling riding was a family affair, whether in the hot desert sun of Death Valley or the cool beaches of Ensenada Mexico. I was always so jealous of my older brother who had is own motorcycle and didn’t have to ride with one of our parents. Great memories of those trips, especially camping on the beach in Mexico. Man, I loved that silver sparkle helmet.