Even after the cherry blossoms have all blown away in Tokyo, we can always find more if we gain enough altitude. I love the polka dots of pink from wild mountain sakura that dot the mountains of Izu.
Motoring through fluttering petals with friends is good for the soul.
The local biker gang sizes us up.
These kids waved at us in Matsuzaki and then followed us all the way to the supermarket in Nishi Izu.