The roaring echos up and down as they ride the twisty roads. Often in big groups.
At BOR we lived in an area that was also frequented by folks on motorcycles.
But my most favorite group was the one that was made of covered wagons and folks on horseback. They would wave at me & I'd wave back.
Babe and Fritz and even Rosie would line up along the pasture fence and chat with the passing horses.
Funny they did the same for motorcyclists.
Around here I am acknowledged by nods and waves from drivers and motorcyclists. All are neighbor's from this neighborhood, or are vacationing here.
Though not everyone waves. Lol
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