My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
My strongest childhood memories aren’t from parties or gifts—but from being out and away from it all, sometimes in the wild, and sometimes on road trips with my family. Road trips to the mountains & the desert, in fact across the length and breath of India, camping in the middle of nowhere, making do with what we had. Some called it “adventure” (and it probably was, considering how limited our means were), but to me—it was just our way of life. Like the time my father took five-year-old me in our inflatable little draft, in our local village cho (a rainwater canal of sorts that was 20 off feet wide back then), and I dropped our only camera— a Kodak Hot Shot—right into the water. Or a camping trip to Sangla with our Labrador Boon who delivered a single surprise puppy out of nowhere a week before our departure- and we had no choice but to take the little puppy along because we couldn’t do without Boon, ( ask me why in comments ). And My parents disappeared for seven hours to fix a flat, leaving my brother @sherbirpanag and me wondering. Those moments—imperfect, unpredictable, unpolished—became the core memories I carry today. And in today’s mad, fast-paced world where star hotels and curated getaways have become the norm, I find myself trying to recreate that same magic. (I’ve shared some glimpses over the last five years of us pursuing a lifestyle towards that end.) Because for me, the ultimate luxury isn’t a spa or suite—it’s being off the grid with my people, preferably in a tent next to a mountain stream. In a world obsessed with five-star getaways and infinity pools ( which full disclosure : I do like too ) my ultimate flex will always be disconnecting to reconnect—with mountains, rivers, and each other. I’d love to hear from you. What are your strongest memories from your childhood and how you are trying to create those memory triggers going forward -because I’m always on the lookout for ways to do that. Thank you ❤️ . . . . . . #CoreMemories #FamilyRoadTrips #AdventureIsAStateOfMind #WildAndTogether #MountainsOverHotels #UnplugAndReconnect #NatureNotRoomService #TravelLikeItUsedToBe #BackseatPhilosophy #LegacyOfAdventure
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
It started with a crush on two wheels and turned into a full-blown lifelong affair. I’ve ridden through cities, jungles,mountains, and traffic jams—with my helmet and heart on. These days, there’s a little co-rider who joins me—same thrill, just with more snacks and bathroom breaks. Once a biker, always a little throttle-happy (now in mom mode). . . . . . . #BikerMom #TwoWheelsAndAMiniMe #ThrottleAndTenderness #RiderLife #MomOnTheMove #HelmetAndHeart #BornToRide #AdventureMom #LifeOnTwoWheels #GulOnTheGo #motorcyclediaries
