My Butt Is Gone...This concerns me greatly

Seven of us went on a motorcycle ride today. That includes Hubby and me. It was going to be nine but two of our riders bailed. We think it's because they knew what was going to happen to us. Anyway, seven of us took off on our motorcycle trip. 180+ miles all over the place. We went to check out a campground and to have some fun. Here's some photos...

Uncle G and Aunt J (not to be confused with MIL J) on their rented bike...which they will hopefully buy. Which all of us mentioned...a few times...not to push or anything...but in case they forgot...because that would be awesome...


There they are again. They're having fun aren't they? Maybe you should tell them to buy it...


FIL D, MIL J on the trike and Uncle G and Aunt J on the bike...but you know that now.


This is Uncle R. He's a lot of fun. He brought up the rear for us on this ride.


This is why we think Uncle D and Aunt A ditched the ride. They knew we were going to be rained on.


But it was only a little rain...and they missed this. These beautiful winding roads.


But they probably had forewarning about this too...traffic. Bad in a car, worse in a stick shift...worst on a motorcycle. No joke...it's terrible.

Worse still? My butt hurt so bad on the ride home...seriously, the last 20 minutes was unbearable. All of us kept shifting around on our bikes, trying to find a place that didn't make us go numb or cry. None of us are used to that long of a ride. I used to be, not anymore though. Still, it was loads of fun!

Numb Butts,

FFR