memories of motorcycles…

…in a fussed

adult coloring

rendition

i grew up with - four brothers around me - that’s right, 4 - and they were involved - in a plethora of things - one of which included motorcycles - that didn’t thrill my - mama all that much - but intrigued me a lot - i was fortunate enough - they were willing to - let me hang around - and eventually agreed to take - me for rides which i grew - to love with the wind - ripping through my hair - the sound of that same - wind in my ears - the whole sense of freedom - being on the bike - i also had significant others - who had motorcycles as well - and we’d go riding - some of the best times - on a clear day

so no surprise when - i happened across this - piece in my trusty box - of unfinished projects - it brought back such - sweet memories from childhood on - it could only lead to…

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happy day…..