Cliff and I headed out Saturday morning on the motorcycle. We met his sister and her husband in Columbia, Missouri, and then we all rode together to their home in St. Louis. We didn't go straight there, though. We rode around through Missouri's wine country on winding, hilly roads. We rode all day Sunday, and then Pat and Charlene accompanied us halfway back home today. I'll share some pictures through the upcoming week.
In a three-day period, we've ridden around 800 miles. Now that isn't much in a car, but trust me... for a couple of old fogies, it's doing pretty good on a motorcycle.
Cliff had been having problems with butt discomfort lately, any time we rode more than three hours. We researched the problem on the Internet, and ordered a little item that totally fixed the problem.
Beads! Wooden beads.
See? On his seat.
They saved the day on this trip.