I don’t post many pictures of my husband on the blog, but I wanted to post one today, because he just looks so darn good:
Greg has decided that since he’s already thrown caution to the wind, quit his job, and moved to Arizona (of all places) to learn to fix motorcycles, he might as well explore another interest of his…
racing. Turns out he’s not bad at it, either. Apparently if you want to race motorcycles, you don’t just go do it. You have to go to the track and practice. And practice. And practice. And then, when you get good enough, you have to get a racing license, at which point you can start racing. Yesterday was Greg’s first day on the track, so we’ll probably be spending more than a few Saturdays like this:
As always, Tommy and Teddy are thrilled.