childhood

I couldn’t resist turning into the old subdivision. My Yamaha Tracer 9 GT made easy work of the large hill that once took me a lot of exertion on my black-and-yellow Huffy BMX. I still remembered each home and each childhood friend (and enemy) who lived there more than 45 years ago. Maybe it’s just the wistful nostalgia of a man who recognizes there are more miles behind him … [Read more...] about Notes from the road: The latchkey kid becomes the free-range rider