Vroom Vroom!

I know that some of you reading this will probably think I am a horrible mother. And I'm okay with that. CJ is a total spaz for anything related to motorcycles, and my dad has one. He wanted to ride it while we were there so I let him. There, I said it. If it's going to bother you, just move onto the next blog. I promise you'll enjoy that one much more. :)

My dad has always ridden motorcycles. Literally. Since before he could even legally drive them, he did. I mean come on, what else did you expect him to do in Pennsylvania?! Lol! I have also always ridden them with him. I can remember being very young and going on short rides with him. He's the safest driver I know so I trusted him completely to take CJ around the block.

Wearing Uncle Austin's dirt bike helmet :)

All strapped in (redneck style!) and ready to go!

Remember what I said about beautiful? Look at all of those trees!