JAWing On – Life on Okinawa

All my life I’ve had a semi-love affair with hogs. I guess it stems from an uncle who had me on the back of his bike before I was even five. Growing up, my father usually had a biker coworker who would visit for dinner during the holidays and take us kids for rides. (Poor Dad, Mom just thought the whole bike thing was too risky to allow such a vehicle be a permanent part of our family garage.) Hubby even used to ride. (Now-a-days there just seems to be too much traffic and too many car fumes on island to make it worth the while.) When I do get the chance to visit family, one of the first things that happens is I’m invited to plop on the back of one of my siblings’ hogs and we’re off. With that being said, I just ran across these great pix of an unexpected mix of two iconic institutions.