I had a birthday yesterday. The most recent of those long running, annually repeating, milestones that seem to tick by at a faster and faster pace. How old? 27 (again). Yesterday I celebrated the 40th anniversary of my 27th birthday.
I told myself that I wasn’t going to get bogged down in reflection this year, but I’ve heard that lie coming from the same source so many times that I knew it wasn’t true. What did me in this year was a large, heavy coffee cup with a colorful cow painted on it that my wife gave me as a gift.
I had, for the last 17 years, a collection of heavy black Harley Davidson mugs, and now a cow! The picture above is taken at Yosemite in 2010, the bike is a 10′ Ultra. The one below is/was my 03′ Road King.
I had about 20K miles on the Ultra when I sold in in 2013 and a little more than 78K on the Road King. I rode the shit out of those bikes, once I rode the Road King through all lower 48 States on a single trip. I was the ultimate ‘manly man’. Both bikes were sold off to generate the funds to build my cabin.
Now I’m sitting here, with a cow on a coffee mug, marveling at how quickly the years have flashed by.