Going riding with my brother Sunday (technically, today). 

I know that might not sound too exciting, but it's a very rare occasion.  I've only ever ridden with him a few times  - last year up in northern Wisconsin (a photo or two in my gallery).  Had to have been the best vacation ever.

I'm not in a really "close" family - Not distant either.  It's not like we don't get along.  But there isn't much left to the family.  Me, my brother, my sister (all within a couple years of each other), a 91-year-old aunt (A retired Mother Superior none the less), a distant relative here and there that we haven't seen in decades.  

Tom has a 1984 Soft Tail (first-year Evo).  Not in the best shape in the world (but neither are we I suppose), needs a little TLC, but he doesn't get a chance to get much throttle time.  Heavily urbanized area, bike stays in the back of the garage, takes a half-hour just to dig it out - know what I mean?  

Anyway, he had to grab (another) new battery, tweak a few things here and there, and he's hoping a tranny leak isn't going to throw a wrench in things (no pun intended), but he has to go up to Volo to pick something up for something he's got going on (I really don't remember what).  

Now...  Why I'm even writing this is a mystery...  I guess sometimes it's just the little things.  but I'm really looking forward to a couple hours or throttle time with my brother.  I hope nothing gets in his way on the way here.