This past week I got to hangout with an old friend for lunch. It's been years since i'd seen him. the last time we'd crossed paths, was the month i'd bought Bagheera. she didn't have the RS fairing yet, because i was too broke to have bought it and the rest of the bike at once, but that's another tangent. Dave and I had a favorite saying, Live fast, Die young, leave a good looking corps. he's the guy that got me started riding motorcycles in the first place. i got him started playing guitar. neither of us thought we'd live this long. Carpe Diem.

we went to a school that was run by nuns. we cursed them at the time and were certain that they cursed us as well. later when seeing them on the street(older and grayer) they would find the energy to run up to us just for a hug.

kind of funny how now years after that we've become the old farts. yes the tables have turned.

back in those days when asked by a potential girlfriend if i liked kids i would respond with something like, of course BBQed. now that i have 3 and they are mostly grown i can't imagine life with out them. Dave seems to have made the change later than me, but with far more conviction. his passsion for his "Girls" is inspiring.

if asked who became the better man i'll have to tip my hat to him.
as my dad would say, he's a keeper.