My very first Santa-ride was a solo affair in 2010 – just me dressed like the big man cruising around on my DRZ. I don’t really remember what made me decide to buy the red suit and go for a ride in the first place. It really seems like a ridiculous idea. But, there is a special kind of magic in the ridiculous.
Over the years, what seemed like a good idea blossomed into a great idea when friends started to join in. Our little local Santa-ride has become something of a tradition. As new friends ride along and old friend watch from afar the feelings that come from doing it never change.
My favorite ADVelf:
There is a special moment, something akin to an awakening that happens across the face of a stranger when they see 10 motorcycle Santas. I kid you not, there is child-like elation that they cannot contain. The goal has always been to just ride around and spread cheer to the people on the roads. Happiness is a gift that everyone can use and it always fits.
I’ve said it for several years now – doing this, making someone’s day… is a gift you give yourself.
On Sunday we set off on our annual Santa Ride and it was glorious.
Once again my daughter Chloe reprised her role as my sidecar elf. It always amazes me when she chooses to hang out (dressed as an elf) with her goofy mother (who dresses like Santa) when she could be doing teenager stuff like navel gazing and texting friends who are in the same room.
Chloe gave her waving arm a real work out. She seemed far more into it and excited about taking the ride than in years past. I don’t know the reason but I’m glad about it.
I hope that one day these memories are happy ones for her and that they aren’t the stuff that trips to the psychiatrists couch are made of. “Do you KNOW what my mother used to do each year around Christmas?”