Here I am taking mom for a ride. She said it felt like she was flying. If you're really observant, you'll notice that this gas tank is different from the one in the other pictures; my brother Toby got me a larger tank Christmas one year. Wasn't that incredibly, wonderfully nice of him? It's really handy being able to go more than 80 miles between fill-ups.

Before I got my bike, a guy who had one knew I wanted one pretty bad; "If you want it, you'll get it, someday," he told me. Which as it turns out was true for me, but there are a lot of people in the world for whom things don't always work out so nicely. And ol' greedy Scott bought a bigger one. It's the American way! Bigger! More power! More chrome!

This is my biker friend Tiger (yep, that's really his name; it's on his driver's license) and me heading out for our first Redwood Run in 1996. The line for t-shirts (and ya gotta buy a t-shirt, right?) was at least an hour long when we arrived (I'd wanted to leave earlier, but couldn't get Tiger moving. It wouldn't have made any difference, though), and by the time we decided to brave it, the t-shirts were gone. I mentioned to our camping neighbors (who said they were connected; yeah, right) that the organizers should provide the option of ordering a t-shirt when one orders the ticket; they'd be guaranteed a sale that way, and people wouldn't go away disappointed after standing in line, but the next year you still had to stand in line. There's a under construction at the website, so maybe they're learning.