There be Harleys, and Painting the Bedroom
Last Saturday the American cars decided to parade, so the Harleys thought today was their day — sunny and warm again (keep it up), but they only mustered four or five bikes. Marie was out in the fjord with he father on his small boat, so his ’93 Sportster 883 XLH did not join in.
I worked on spackling, sanding, and taping the bedroom for Marie to start painting when she returned. Photos of both events later.