My Great Uncle Roger and Aunt Sam had just come to visit us on their motorcycle road trip and Uncle Roger gave us kids rides. I always wanted to look the part I was playing and so I was remember being all excited because my little brother had a leather jacket and I wanted to wear it. Unfortunately it didn't fit. I was very sad. I remember watching my brother, sister and neighbor girl whiz around town in the leather jacket. I think it was my Mom who suggested that I wear my jean jacket. So I ended up getting my flowered jean jacket and wearing it instead thinking that I looked so hardcore.
When I look at this picture now, the first thing that strikes me is my loud clashing clothes. But that didn't bother me then. I loved my stretchy flower pants and jean jacket. I thought I was so cool blazing around Arborg on the back of my Uncle Rogers bike.
I remember the exhilaration of flying down the highway just outside of town. I felt so free. The thrill, the rush of the wind around my face I was in my adrenalin seeking element.
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