High Centered
Mike the Bike... Ezrianna's "first" ride! High Centered Back in the early years... before dance, before Phoenix… we rode. We rode horses, wake boards, snow boards, and motorcycles. I started on a Honda 50 with the ugliest orange seat and balloon tires. Then we got Mike the Bike (a Honda 70 that earned its name and will forever be the family favorite) for Christmas "from Santa" when my sister was ready to ride. For my 13th birthday, I got my Honda 100 -- the WORST bike of our batch, but also the bike associated with one of the best riding stories I have. I got my Honda CRF 150R for my 15th birthday, and even though it is a pain for cross country riding, I love it and still ride it to this day. Anyway... The stories I could tell you of my family and the riding misfortunes and adventures. I could do an entire blog on riding stories! For now, however, I'll stick to one. Riding was one of my outlets; one of the ways I'd keep my Aspie in check