On my bike i still feel the elation i did when i first learned how. It's clichéd but... I was one with the metal frame beneath me. It became an extension of me. (Yay bionic me!)
Had driven by this numerous times but wouldn't be caught dead pulling over to snap a shot (or two. Or three, just to be safe.) It's easy for a biker.A very unique statement of patriotism, indeed. The yellow beetle in the background adds vivaciousness.
Had been admiring this neighbor's succulents for months. Then came rosy season and voilà! A perfect frame.
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