brotherhood

Earlier this week, I received a text from my dad saying him and my mom went for a ride to BP's. Yay...exciting...? (I guess so........) So I responded about something to do with me having pizza for supper as well (which I did). Response from my dad was "but we went for....a ride..." Sounds like code, yes?

I ended up going to Wink-town this weekend and when I pulled up, I decided to settle my hunch: I went up to our garage and peered through the window. There she sat. Goldie, as my dad calls it, an '81 Honda Goldwing motorcycle! My dad frickin' got a MOTORCYCLE!!? Sa-weet!!

Obviously I got my dad to take me out for a spin STAT (which meant the next morning cuz it was late when I got home). We took it to Smitty's for breakfast (where I spoke at some breakfast thing put on by Prov's prez, Gus) then we decided to take Goldie out on the open highway! Amazzzzing!! I even donned my mom's old 70's vintage leather jacket to really get into the role of lady in the "bitch seat" (that's what it's called, I didn't make it up haha).

As the wind whipped across my face, all I could do was smile SO big and laugh. My dad officially gained a new brotherhood: as other bikers passed on the opposite side of the 4-laner, they did the "Hello brother, I see you and affirm you" wave that bikers do to each other! We went out for another spin that night and everywhere we went, all bikers seemed to give us "the wave" or "the nod". We were officially in the club. I seriously could have put music to it and it would have made the most incredible music video!

My dad's always wanted a bike and has had his license since his teens, and his wish finally came true. My dad's no "Chopper" or "Harley" dude or anything (he plays the flute!), but now I know why people drive them. It's so freeing!

LIVE FREE...RIDE HARD!