Why is it that when I am riding my motorcycle – everything, all of my hopes and dreams, the direction I want to go in my life – those things are all crystal clear? When I’m riding my bike I’m a genius. No, make that a SUPER genius. A super genius with finely polished nails and skin that glimmers with pixie dust. And when I smile? You actually hear the sound of a bell go *ting*.
Then I turn the key off and poof I’m a listless idiot sans sparkle again. Zero. Point. Zero.
I think I just need to keep on riding. And riding. And riding…
Have I told you lately that I have the most awesome friends in the world?
On Sunday said awesome friends and I donned our big red and elfin suits and hit the road on our motorcycles to spread a little Christmas cheer.
I was tickled pink to have our group grow a little from last year.
Though one of my favorite-est Santas wasn’t able to make the ride this year ~ our dear friend Bill rode along with us in spirit.
It is really pretty amazing just how happy people are to see a group of moto Santas. Everywhere you turn people are honking, waving, taking pictures with their cellphones… it’s so fun
We even made the local Patch.com site after we cruised into the town of Port Jefferson, where the annual Charles Dickens Festival was happening.
Monetizing Christmas? Who needs it? I’m happy to report that we received many, many gifts in the form of smiles, honks and waves from the people around town. That, my friends – is worth its weight in gold.
I don’t know that I believe in fate or destiny but sometimes it seems like you were just meant to stumble upon something, doesn’t it?
On Saturday when I was out doing battle with a constantly blowing wind, I made a right turn and headed down a small road that I never had before. While riding down the lane I saw something printed above a barn door out of the corner of my eye. I pulled a quick u-turn to get a better look.
“My Dream Came True.”
In that moment it was like a message that was just for me.
Earlier in the week while I sat talking with my dad, he looked and me with his infinitely deep brown eyes and asked,“Did you ever imagine that your life would turn out like this?”
His question centered around his memories of taking me for rides perched on the gas tank of a trail bike before I was even able to talk. Slowly and steadily we’d go around in the field behind our house. When I wanted him to take me out, I would reach up to him with both hands upward and make “brrmm brrmm” noises.
My dad is not well. But… he has the heart of a lion – fierce, proud and strong. Every time I see him or talk to him on the phone, every. single. time – he tells me a story about us going for a ride in the field on that old motorcycle. And each and every time he tells me that same story, he does it with a smile. I just want to weep when I think of how he carries that memory of us in his lion-heart each day.
Though I am adult with a child of my own, I’ll always be daddy’s girl. That swell of pride that comes when your dad looks at you and says he’s proud of you is a timelessly wonderful feeling. Maybe it is even more important now than it ever was.
A huge part of my life was set on a path by him. He put a dream in motion in those toddler days. It was a gift I didn’t even know I wanted but I cherish it like no other. I think I carry my dad’s dream forward in my heart.
In the realm of giant roadside farm fruits and vegetables there are some oft-seen staples like a giant ear of corn or a strawberry. As my friend Wendy, proprietress of the fabulous Roadside Wonders, said ~ “Yep, you can barely swing a dead cat without hitting a giant apple … but this! This was a wonder to behold!”
Indeed it is, my dear. Indeed it is.
Giant cauliflower?… magnificent. Dare I say? Scrumtrulescent!
If said magnificent cauliflower were to go missing, it did not in any way get strapped down to the rear rack of the Ural and make it’s final resting spot a nest of iridescent unicorn mane hair in my living room. Absolutely not.
That is what I have been doing lately – staying on Long Island and wandering my own backyard, around the little nooks and crannies.
For all of its faults, there are beautiful spots on the Island. Admittedly, I have a hard time letting my guard down here. Sometimes I just can’t give myself over to this place. But, I’m trying.
With the Ural my pace is different.There is something about the nature of the beast that allows me to look around in a different way than I do on the Tiger. I have seen things that I’ve passed a million times before but never noticed.
Does it really have anything to do with the Ural? I don’t know. Sometimes I think we don’t see some things until we’re ready. But when you are ready… there is plenty in the world to be amazed by.