I don't have many pics taken of my bikes at anything historic or interesting anytime recently. This in front of my parents' house in Lutz FL where I spent most of my childhood after we moved from Michigan in 1961, with me on my 4th bike ('65 Honda S90) lifting the front end over the edge of the driveway to the neighbor's house behind us in 1969
and for reference, the front yard then with all our bikes and my Mom sitting on my Dad's new SL90
and how that same house and street looks now - in '69 there were about 5 total houses on that 1/3 mile long street
Good stuff, and great memories for you and your boys.
I never flipped off my father, I'd have gotten my ass kicked.... but that was then and this is now (and context is everything as well). OTOH, we did have our moments once I was a young adult and drinking beer together