Here’s a photo that I was looking for of my sister, me, and my first motorcycle.

I talked to my sister yesterday, and she mentioned that she had a copy of the picture I was looking for of the rat bike GS650. The grey fender, the clubman bars, and the de-badged GS tank are all there in their rattle can glory. My sister is cradling my Bell Eddie Lawson replica, and I’ve got some $30 no-name shorty, and a armadillo/Texas flag belt buckle. The prodigious Windjammer faring of my buddy’s CB750A pokes into the frame. We look happy, because we were. The back of the photo dates it to August 1990, places it near San Marcos. If I remember, we rode the Devil’s Backbone down from Austin to San Marcos, with a destination of soaking in the cool springs. We then blazed up I-35 home. Her back of the photo commentary was simple: “Damn Good Time.” Indeed it was.