While Deborah, Paul, and Aiden were off planting flowers at Paul's house, Fiona and I sat outside enjoying the warm sunshine together. Fiona pointed and said, "Let's go for a ride on your motorcycle, Daddy!" I've been longing for the day when I can once again ride with someone, so I didn't immediately say no — instead, I plopped Fiona onto the seat to see if she was big enough yet. (Indiana law doesn't specify an age; the requirement is that the passenger should be able to touch the footpegs.) Not quite yet, but sometime, sometime soon. Maybe another year or two...
Father, in Whom We Live
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Nice! Riding motorcycles is sure different in the States than it is here in Indonesia - I just posted some pictures of us riding our motorcycle on my blog - if you want to check it out, it is www.xanga.com/junglewife =) Here it's often the main family transporation. There's no minimum age or size for riding a motorcycle. We've often seen guys driving their motorcycles with one hand and holding their babies in the other!!!
I sure enjoy reading your blog and catching up with your live in Winona Lake! I know that Fiona will enjoy riding your motorcycle when she is big enough - just a few more years!
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