My grandmother was not a biker. In fact, she never drove. But she had a quirky sense of humor and enjoyed posing for the camera. That's how this picture came about.
Today would have been Grandma's 107th birthday. She was an amazing woman who raised seven children--one of them being my mother.
Grandma liked to tell stories. When we visited her, we would sit out on the back porch and simply listen. Time seemed to move slower at her house.
I miss that unhurried pace.
I miss Grandma, too. But I do remember her stories. :^)