It seems like the retail world didn’t really miss us, considering they made record profits. I guess people still have plenty of money to buy useless crap at 4am. Hold the pepper spray.
Our family unit went a different route. There were no doorbuster sales for us. After stuffing our faces and giving Thanks, we spent the majority of the long holiday weekend doing things like going to the beach and riding our motorcycles.
Here in New York, the weather was perfect for riding.
First and foremost, I am of course thankful for my family, friends and good health. Without these three things nothing else in my life would be possible.
Giving Thanks for Two Wheels
To someone who isn’t immersed in the motorcycle lifestyle, saying that I am thankful for motorcycles might sound ridiculous. But, they have managed to transform my life into something great. Motorcycling has opened up incredible avenues of personal exploration.
I gladly tip my helmet to motorcycles. Without them – I wouldn’t have met my partner in this life, Kenny. Did I ever tell you that the first time we met was on a group motorcycle ride? Of course I was just so ravishingly beautiful, charming and smart – he had to have me. Can you blame him, really?
In other news, Kenny has rued that day ever since. 😆
Just last weekend, I was talking to my friend Nef – who I met because of motorcycles – while grabbing cheesesteaks in Philly. We were discussing what a great equalizer of people motorcycles can be. Your circle of riding friends will transcend age, economic status, race, gender, sexual orientation, geographic borders – and bring you together with a common love of the road. It’s a beautiful thing.
I think that is the thing I am most thankful for when it comes to motorcycles; the people I meet. You, out there. You are the people who share tales from the road of life, who inspire, encourage, who give hope and allow my imagination to wander. Thank you. Thank you, all.
I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving Day with the people you love most.
I tagged along on a ride to have a cheesesteak lunch in Philly on Saturday afternoon. I couldn’t leave town without seeing Robert Indiana’s LOVE sculpture while I was there. As it turned out – we got the most perfect parking space!