yesterday I went for a short motorcycle ride with my grandson…

he got his licence last summer, but just recently passed the test which meant he could have a rider behind him…

not too long ago he said he would give me a ride, after he practiced a bit more with friends…

today he dropped by and told me to put on jeans and a jacket so we could go for the ride…

I had a bit of trouble getting up behind him… the backseat is much higher that the one on the motorcycle I rode on when I was sixteen, lol…

the funny part is that the young man I was going out with at the time, and who had the motorcycle, lived down the very street I currently reside on…

took a few minutes to get up… felt a bit like getting onto a horse, and I was worried I would pull him over if I held onto him tightly…

eventually I made it and off we went… it was a short ride and it felt like he was speeding like crazy, but at most he was doing 55…

I am pretty sure my thighs are going to be aching because I was gripping the sides of the bike hard, lol…

maybe we will do it again… I think it was fun;-)…