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My Dream Came True

My Dream Came True

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.”

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.

Sunday Trail Riding With the Family

Sunday Trail Riding With the Family

Every time that we go out trail riding as a family, I come home with a little more amazement about how children learn to do things.

Chloe looking innocent

Riding along behind Chloe I’m so fascinated by watching her pick her lines through the terrain, making the decision of which mud she felt she could handle or which she should avoid. But, most of all there is a confidence that I really admire. A kid has the ability to just take everything in stride as it comes their way.

Have you ever been dusted by your own kid on a dirt bike? It’s the greatest thing ever. Cracks me up every time.

Chloe in the woods

The big kids were out playing, too.

GLantern1098 gets some air

They amaze me for nearly the same reasons.

Big kid toys

I on the other hand continue my streak of just falling over when there is nothing but air under one foot. My riding is much less glamorous and exciting than the folks I ride with. Pretty soon I think they’re going to outfit my helmet with a dunce cap attached to the top of it.

sleepy drz

These motorcycles… I tell ya. They’re such a great way to share time with the people in your life. You learn so much more than just getting from point A to point B. <3

Riding Motorcycles With My Daughter is Heaven

Riding Motorcycles With My Daughter is Heaven

This year marked a big change that bridged the gap of family and motorcycles when my daughter Chloe started riding.

As a motorcycle lover and a parent the opportunity to ride motorcycles with your kid is nirvana. I wish that there was some way for me to open up my soul and channel out the feelings because I don’t have the power to put the words together that would adequately describe the greatness.

There were moments on our last ride that had me laughing and giving Chloe props out loud in my helmet. Watching her stand up, ready herself and then head for the lumps in the earth to take like a jump… it’s really a wonder that my head didn’t explode.

Hanging out in the woods

Riding in the woods, Chloe worked on navigating through slippery leaves, tackling hill climbs and going down hills.

There was only one moment that made her stop and say, “Mom! I don’t wanna go down that hill!”
I knew it would be coming so as we approached it I stopped at the top. I told her to shut her bike off and that I would go down and walk back up to her.

Chloe at the top of the hill

When I got back up to the top, I stood in front of her bike with my hands on the the handlebars. I told her to put the bike in neutral and put her foot on the rear brake. We were just going to roll forward a little bit and move over the crest of the hill together. I have no idea what the right way to teach someone to go down a hill is but my thought was – like a roller coaster, getting over the crest of that first drop takes the fear of the unknown away and then the fun comes.

With her foot still on the brake I stepped aside and stood next to her. She then started to roll forward, pumping the brake a couple times and then… letting go. I watched her roll to a stop at the bottom of the hill and look back at me. That was the first and last time she wavered going down a hill for the day.

I was really proud of her.

There is a grace that a child seems to have that as an adult I wish I could master. I was saying to Kenny later on in the evening that Chloe will be a far better rider than I could ever hope to be. She will have the mechanics weaved into the fiber of her being. I think it must be different when you learn to do something as a kid compared to picking it up as an adult.

the best day ever

Though we were riding with a bunch of other people, we would split apart and then meet up with the group throughout the day. Chloe seemed to like it best when it was just the two of us, which was fine by me.

Hanging out in the woods

This is my favorite photo of the day – Chloe and I riding off in to the sunset…

Chloe and me riding off into the sunset

I watch Chloe ride and I can see that the love is there. Not because I want it but because it already exists in her. That little flame that was passed down to me from my dad is burning in my daughter.

me and my girl

I passed the torch.

Blast From The Past: Emblem, Wyoming

Blast From The Past: Emblem, Wyoming

My parents were vagabonds in the early 70’s, crisscrossing the States in my mom’s ’68 Firebird. I wrote of it a few years ago.

This past week on the heels of my photographic trip down memory lane, I asked my mother for a copy of a photo that was burned into my mind as a child. It was a picture of my dad standing near the Emblem, Wyoming sign.

This photo was taken in 1971:

Emblem Wyoming 1971

Here is the photo I took while on our bike trip to Yellowstone, 34 years later:

Emblem Wyoming Sign 2005

In over 3 decades the town never grew in population. I find that fact pretty amazing.

How about You?

What is the “smallest town” you’ve ever been to?

Easter Sunday Around Our House

Easter Sunday Around Our House

This morning I was awakened by a sound that has become all too familiar; the sound of a robin flying into the window over and over and over. It’s been 3 years in a row that the robin has been decorating my car with Jackson Pollock-like deposits and flying into EVERY window on the house. I would be lying if I said I didn’t hate the bird with a passion.

Foggy Easter Morning

In a way, I suppose I have to hand it to that jerk of a bird. It got me up to see an eerily foggy morning. When the sun started to come up tucked behind the clouds, the flowers on the trees around my yard had a kind of luminescent quality about them.

Being Easter, our family would be hanging around the house for most of the day with my parents who were visiting.

I adore my parents. Any of the silliness that pulses through my veins is a direct result of being spawned by these two people who have always marched to their own drummer. They are kooks in the best possible way and I love them for it.

My mother is straight up awesome.  She doesn’t judge – she just loves and does so without question. This aspect of her personality could be the only explanation for why this showed up at our house today.

Mystery Baked Thing

Yea. I don’t know what it is either.

My dad, whom I inherited my love of motorcycles from was only too proud to spend time watching Chloe, our families’ third generation motorcyclist, riding around the yard on her KLX. It must be pretty neat to know that you are responsible for lighting that fire.

My Dad - 1950s

Later in the afternoon, Kenny, Chloe and I hit the road for a little ride around some of the local sandy lanes to look at spring flowers in bloom.

We’ve always tried to teach Chloe respect for motorcycles and for dressing properly when riding them. She did my heart proud today when questioning someone as to why they weren’t wearing proper riding pants. ::beams::

Chloes Bunny Sticker

If you celebrate Easter, I hope your holiday was an enjoyable one. If today was just another Sunday for you – the hope is the same.

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