And a party it was! Plenty of cheer for all, with a proper amount of Harley goodies sprinkled on everyone! Kenny rides, Mar is often (always?) found on the back of one, and Dad (that's me) has been riding forever. Motorcycles are a family thing, and I was on my first Harley, a 55 Panhead chopper, when I met their Mom, Barb, so there's that's how it all got started!
Saturday was a day set aside for chores. With all the Texas stuff going on, I'd let things go around here, and first on the list was getting the safety inspection done on the Porsche that was due last July. So I threw some clothes in the washer and set out for the garage, rolling the 911 out for a run to the inspection station. And while walking away to shut the garage, I glanced back noticing that the damn tags had expired too! Damn, damn, damn. I could have chanced it and drove over, but without a current registration, they won't inspect so I was screwed.