My sister and I came across this group of intrepid riders on our way down the Wisconsin side of the Mississippi in Maiden Rock, Wisconsin. It was raining and it was cold, but that could not stop them from joining in the annual spring flood run. Hundreds and hundreds of Harleys on the road.
In some future life I want to be a photo journalist. I also want to ride a motorcycle and wear black leather. There is something about that whole subculture that I find irresistible. I wanted to tell them that I ride too, single horsepower, 1200 pounds with great hair. My black stallion.
But I decided just to shoot. Go along for the ride.
More from the Midwest tomorrow. In the meantime, here is another great image.
Hmmm, maybe my ex-husband was there. He was going places I did not want to go on his bike. Unless, of course he has changed his mind about all that. Don’t know – he doesn’t speak. Anyway – the picture reminded me of him. I never had any inclination towards this lifestyle and would never even get on the back of the bike with him. The idea of hanging on to someone’s back on a bike in the wind was not appealing to me. That idea of freedom somehow put limits on what my idea of freedom was. Anyway – he rode off into the wind. He wanted to go – whether he blames me or not. I shall never know. Strange memories – thanks for posting this.