#children

Baby Einstein is my favorite, but I also like watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians with mom. Dad says there’s nothing better for turning your mind to mush than reality TV, and he tries to undo any damage every chance he gets by reading to me from books. He went so far as to dig out his own ancient baby books, which is cool, but I think he enjoys them more than I do. A new book we’ve been reading is called The Adventures Of Mimi and Moto The Motorcycle Monkeys. It’s a book we both enjoy.

Is it just me or are you glad the MotoGP season finale at Valencia is over? Finally we can stop talking about the Rossi/Marquez/Lorenzo drama (or can we?), congratulate Jorge on winning the championship (even if I do wish Valentino won the whole thing, personally), and start thinking about what 2016 has in store.

Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.

Freedom is likely the most oft-used word to describe the feeling of riding a motorcycle. For most, the first real taste of that sense of freedom was experienced while riding a bicycle, which, almost universally, was as a child. I loved the feeling of taking off on my bicycle to see and experience new things as I explored the exciting sensations of freedom on two wheels.