My Uncle Bill, 1947, rowing, on Lake Winnipesaukee. The photo was shot by my aunt, Hoohoo, on their honeymoon. He was 35, she was barely 21, and life would not turn out to be as exciting as she thought. Bill was my father's brother, and Hoohoo was my mother's sister. Bill and Hoohoo introduced my parents to each other at their wedding and three years later my parents married.
Hoohoo during their honeymoon. They rode Bill's Harley-Davidson to the motorcycle hill climbs in New Hampshire and toured New England for a few weeks.
Happy. At first. Though they remained married until Hoohoo died in 1982, the "excitement" of marrying a divorced older man with a motorcycle turned out to be untrue. After the honeymoon, he moved into Hoohoo's (and my mother's) family's large shoreline home and never again got off the couch. They never had any children, though longtime readers know that Hoohoo had a very large, and loving, influence on my life.
Probably should have let him ride away. Alone.
He'd very soon run out of gas for the next 35 years.