You just never know how a day will unfold when you get up in the morning, do you? On Christmas day, our family gathered to celebrate. We ate and laughed and listened to stories of the past, of hopes for the future.
During lunch my dad asked about the Ural as he often does. This was his first visit to our house in months so he’d only ever seen it in photos. Kenny quickly wheeled it out so that my pop could get a good look at it.
I made a promise to my dad that if he is feeling up to it in the spring that I will take him for a ride. That idea really must have tickled him, because he hung on to it for the rest of the day and every conversation we’ve had since Christmas. He has been reminding me that he’s excited to go for a ride. That makes my heart happy.
While we sat and chit chatted at the kitchen table – my mom, my sweet, awesome mom, didn’t bat an eyelash when I asked her if she wanted to go for a ride. There was no hesitation, no wavering, just YES!
I’m proud to say that after nearly 20 years of riding motorcycles, I finally took my mom out for her first ride with me.
I threw my riding jacket on over my dress, slipped a pair of jeans and with the biggest smile in the world on my moms face ~ away we went putt-putting down the road.
When I glanced over at her in the sidecar, it was like looking at a 20-year-old version of my mom. Her gray-blue eyes were busy smiling away through the helmet. The magic and youthfulness of wonder had captured her. She was thrilled and that was the best feeling in the world for me.
When we arrived back at the house from the sidecar I heard, ‘Oh, I love it! We could ride across country. Would you ride this to California?’ Yes, mom. I think I would
Seeing my mom so happy made my Christmas.
Have you ever had the pleasure of going for a ride with your parents?
*tap*tap* Is this thing on?
It is Christmas Eve. I must send out some Christmas love to each and every one of you.
You don’t celebrate Christmas? Well, that’s okay. My wish for you is the same: Peace and Love. When you have those two things in your life it seems that anything else is possible.
Throughout the year you’ve been there on the other side of the pixels giving me confidence, sharing my happiness, and taking the time to share your own stories with me. You’ve laughed, you’ve inspired and listened. I thank you deeply.
If I don’t say this enough, I’m sorry – I am so grateful that you take time out of your day to read this little blog. That makes me tremendously happy. Thank you.
With love and hugs across the miles – I wish you all peace and love and a Merry Christmas.
I’m surprised by the number of times I’ve been asked “why” or “what made me” buy the Ural.
Aren’t most motorcycle purchases here in the US driven by desire, by passion, by the love of what they are for their own sake? I feel like the question of why tips the hand of the person asking – that they may not follow their own whims all too often.
Why did I buy the Ural?
Because I wanted to.
Because it’s f’n awesome!
I rode the Ural to my haircut appointment the other night. When I walked in, the receptionist offered to take my jacket as she usually does. She musn’t've been used to taking many skunky looking motorcycle jackets because her face looked totally grossed out. Oopsie
When I left the salon the sun had long since set. There was a dampness that hung on the cold air. You could see it making halos around the orangey lamps that lit the parking lot.
It was the first time that I remember seeing frost so far this year.
It is nearly the 21st of December, the winter solstice when we make our way over the hump to days that get longer. Or, to the end of the world, you know if you traded in your Far Side desk calendar for a Mayan one.
So help me, if the world ends so soon after I got this fabulous haircut I’m going to be pissed.