on the back of a Triumph motorcycle with my one-day-to-become husband, who is now my ex-husband.
But back in my early twenties, I was like a lot of women, a bit of a fool for those rumbling machines...and the men who rode them.
A friend of his lived in the middle of the country near St. Louis, MO, and he stopped to visit Dave. And I happened to be boarding in that house, since it was on a college campus, so I met Doug. Our entire relationship then moved into the status of writing letters (remember them?)
He sent me this photo, with a lovely innocent inscription on the reverse...and of course I carried it in my wallet.
To Barbara the "Laughing Girl"
from the dancing prep school hood
with memories of Pepsi on the
With love and such,
Yes that was 1961. The cellar stairs were where we had a lot of our "date" while he may have been working on the Triumph. I know he did give me a ride at some time. And either that trip, or the next, he took me out for pizza as well. The motorcycle was no longer part of the equation by the time we seriously got engaged.
But that's another story. I share this with my Sepia Saturday friends, and hope you'll click HERE and come over to see what they've come up with as well.
Oh yes, In about 1971 I was half owner of a Honda motorcycle with my then boyfriend. We split up and sold the motorcycle. By then I had my first 2 sons, and decided they needed me alive and healthy and that motorcycles were pretty risky to drive around.
Several years later, Doug, by then my ex hubby, again drove a motorcycle and had a bad accident with broken bones...and I don't think he had any more motorcycles. My oldest son, however, did own one when he was in the Navy.