The reason I post this photo is because the last post, Mt. Baker, reveals the origins of my drive to ride.
This is me on Mt. Tamalpais, during a motorcycle trip to San Fransisco, where Markus and I lounged around for a few days. My leathers were purchased second hand at a leather shop that, sadly, is no longer with us. They had crazy pink, baby blue, red, and orange leathers. Mine are beautiful maritime blue, and sturdy. A woman had them custom made in the sixties, and they fit me perfectly.