I'm not cool (sigh). HOWEVER. Sometimes I do some pretty cool things, if I do say so myself. O.K. one cool thing. This is my dirt bike. My husband bought it for me from a teenaged boy who was moving on to bigger and better dirt bikes. The frame is a little bent, and it has a few rust spots, but it starts and runs really well.
It's actually a great way to get around the farm, and loads of fun too. I didn't grow up riding these things, so I always need a bit of a tutorial to remind me how they work, if I haven't ridden in a while (gas, choke, one down, two up, brake, clutch....gotcha).
Before you picture me tearing up the turf, with mud flying everywhere, popping wheelies and catching air....well, I must confess I rarely take it above third gear. It's all you need, really, to take a leisurely spin. Today, however, I'm upping the stakes and taking my camera with me. This will require snapping shots with my LEFT hand, cause the right hand's on the gas ( I know . You're thinking Evil. Knievil).
That actually kind of worked! Thank goodness for auto focus! One of the best parts of this biking business is that when you get from point A to point B (fairly quickly), you can stop and look around you and take it all in. It's very Zen, really, except for the loud roar of the engine.
I don't mind that my feet are wet and cold from biking in the morning dew, my back's a little sore from all the bumps and jarring, and I almost ran over my dog. I'm feeling kind of peaceful. I'm cool like that.