Last night we got on our motorcycles and took a tour of Christmas lights in our neighborhood. Continue reading
Christmas Light Tour by Motorcycle
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A Perfect Valentine’s Day
This is one of the beautiful red roses I discovered when I woke early on Valentine’s Day. I’m an early riser and usually get up and journal first thing in the morning. The roses were placed on the table where I like to sit and write.
After breakfast we headed off for a ride on Snowy and Big Orange. In this area of Southern California, we’re always either going uphill or down. Here we’re in Newport Coast, which is in fact hilly with a view of the coast. Near the top we pulled over to take a few photos.
You can see that we were above the roof tops, looking out to the ocean. That is Catalina Island in the distance. It was a spectacular view and we took the time to enjoy and appreciate it, before returning to the lower elevations, and home.
A Fun-Filled Weekend
Yesterday we rode to Crystal Cove in Newport Beach (58 miles round trip), and we stopped there for coffee and a snack. I was on my can-am Spyder and Martin was on his Piaggio scooter. Until yesterday, I had to fly to New Zealand to enjoy this particular coffee drink, called a Flat White and made with espresso and steamed milk. It’s one of the things I always look forward to when visiting relatives in New Zealand, and now I can enjoy it here in California since Starbucks now offers it. Just looking at the photo makes me want to go down to our local Starbucks for another one.
Here’s my can-am safely parked at Crystal Cove Center. Yesterday’s was our second coastal ride of the weekend. On Saturday we’d ridden to Seal Beach for lunch with my mom, and that ride was the longest I’d taken on my can-am, 76 miles. Both were wonderful rides. Saturday, after a delicious grilled cheese sandwich and before we headed home, Mom climbed on the can-am. It was the first time she’d seen it. I was reminded of the early 80’s when Mom had climbed on our horse, Pepper, and ridden around the corral. This time she wasn’t going anywhere though, so a helmet wasn’t needed.
