Of someone riding my old (2005) bike. I found this photo on my old hard-drive (the one with Windoze). It’s my Dad. It’s during our move from Carbondale to Baltimore in August 2006. When our bikes were sitting by the little trailer, ready to get packed last, my Dad snatched my bike and took off. He wound up buying the 2006 model a few weeks later. Cycling is so damned fun that no one can resist and unattended bike.
An awesome 30th birthday party.
My family and friends threw a fantastic party last weekend for my Dad and I. Papa turned 60 on August 2nd, and I turn 30 on August 30th. It was awesome. Great food, two cakes, two kegs of beer, very excellent company, hand-painted signs (mine had a bike; Dad’s had a Mustang) — it’s own name: JOHNAPOLOOZA (since we have the same name). A lot of people put a lot of work into a very nice evening. And I only got thrown in the pool once. My youngest brother, well, he went in three times. The last time, my sister-in-law and I just flipped him over the side.
My father and I look much more alike when I’m not bearded. He looked exactly like me in his 20s. I keep trying to convince him to grow a beard, but no luck. I think 30 years in the military have him liking to be clean-shaven. But now you see where I get my extreme hairiness from.
(Photo Friday: Young and Old, coincidentally.)