Christ Church, Barbados
I was riding hard this evening in search of a sunset. It was a bit late in the evening but it was beautiful. The winds were howling as I rode and I felt like Lance Armstrong. Lord knows I can’t seem to get the kid out of me. My Grand mother wants to know if I can’t grow up. Why do I have to ride all over the place is her cry every time I venture out. Maybe I will grow up when I am 70.