Stopped on my bike at a red light this morning, a scooter pulls up behind me. I glance over my shoulder and smile in greeting at an elderly couple – perhaps 70 – both in shorts. As they speed past me when the light turns green, I notice that the woman, sitting on the back, is clutching what appears to be a case containing a French horn.
Come to Washington for Memorial Day and Rolling Thunder. Geezers on Harlies