Feel the engine, hear the engine, be the engine

Oh man, I had my first ever cognizant-of-what-I-was-doing motorcycle ride.

It was a sweet ride.

Our friend (more like, our financial advisor) from Nebraska City came up for the Sturgis motorcycle rally. I didn't think he'd come in style quite like that. He also has two Harley-Davidsons at home!

It sits three in the back, but we went two at a time. First was Katie and I.

Katie's having fun and looking a little windblown.

Then Emily and Rebecca have a turn. It was great.

The weird thing was, I didn't feel that it constituted a real motorcycle ride. But then again, I shouldn't be too picky, now, should I?