Young at heart.

My hairdresser came this morning, and now my hair is looking good. As soon as she left, it started to rain, and I didn't want to risk getting my hair wet, so I eventually decided to blip this photo of my  late Dad, posing on J's 1958 BSA B31 350cc.  My Dad was in his seventies when this photo was taken, which wasn't long after we moved into our bungalow. J has owned this motorbike for 34 years, although he restored it not long after he bought it. It is now a family heirloom, and all the family insist that we never sell it. A family friend rode the bike, which formed part of my fathers funeral cortege when he passed away, at the grand old age of 92 years of age. He was always young at heart, and a true gentleman.