I didn't miss my motorcycle much until I moved here. After making the road trip over to Gateway last weekend, I really miss it now.

I started as a kid riding a mini-bike behind my grandmother's house in rural southwest Missouri. There weren't 4-wheelers back in those days. In the late 80's and early 90's were my hard-core riding days. My college buddy and I both owned Harley's and would road trip around Lake of the Ozarks on weekends. Mine hardly counted. It was an old 1200 Sportster, midnight blue, and leaked oil. He had a super-sharp Softail Custom black and chrome.

My son was in town last week for spring break so we ventured over to Gateway to check out the Gateway Auto Museum only to find out it closed at 3 pm on Sundays. We were disappointed we didn't get to see the cars but the scenery on highway 141 more than made up for it. We also stopped to check out the "Hanging Flume."  The only thing that could have made it better would have been to make the trip on two wheels.

While we're taking rides, and don't be spreading this all around the inter-webs, but I'm trying to talk Jesse Jame Dupree, of Jackyl fame, to host a ride while he's in town for the show at The Mesa Theater April 12th. I'll keep you posted on that. In the meantime, happy riding.