Studly Doright and I were in the Texas panhandle this past week. On our way to his mom’s place in Hereford, Texas, we stopped for the night in Wichita Falls where we picked up our son and his son, and loaded up their motorcycles.
The three of them, along with a carefully selected group of friends and family members, embarked on two days of motorcycling along the Canadian River just north of Amarillo.
It was our grandson, Jackson’s, first real riding experience. Outside of riding a little motorcycle around our yard at Doright Manor, Jackson had never really gotten to experience what motorcycling is all about—the hills and gullies, deep sand and water crossings. This week he encountered all of the above while learning to use a clutch and shift gears. By all accounts he acquitted himself admirably.
His Poppa, aka Studly Doright, had a blast riding with him and with our son, Jason. They’re already saying, “Next year….”
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
How fabulous
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Thank you! I begged them to take pictures.
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😎
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What fun! Did you hop on a bike and jump a few water hazards yourself? 🙂
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I did not. Back when we were newlyweds we rode there a lot. I had my own bike and trails I enjoyed riding, but I no longer have a dirt bike and I’d have had to ride behind someone. Ugh!
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That sounds like so much fun. I’m proud as punch of Jackson and he’s not even my grandson! Studley looks happy. Handsome bunch.
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Thanks! They had such fun. Of course, the Canadian River is where David honed his off road skills and he was happy to share ALL his old adventures with the others.
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Wonderful!!! Truly xxx
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Thanks!
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Great memories in the making
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Thanks!
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What fun and blessing 😍
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Pretty special!
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I bet!
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