In college I loved motorcycles.
Oh yes, I did.
I was always hopping on them, going here and there with boys I sort of knew.
The wind blowing my hair back? The thrill of speed? Lovely.
I usually wore a helmet but sometimes not.
We have a friend who is working on a downstairs bedroom for Cope. He often comes on a motorcycle.
It just so happened that he was double dating with another couple that Cope was babysitting for.
Instead of me driving her over, it made more sense for Cope to catch a ride.
Mom, she asked worried, where do I put my hands? (how embarrassing!)
Oh my. They’re really just going to drive off?
Uh-hmmm…that’s my baby on the back of your bike.
Chris is a very responsible driver.
Off they went. Was I getting a glimpse of my future?
Somehow, it’s not quite as thrilling to have your children behind that thing.
This is why parents worry. I totally get it.
Did she have fun?
Gladly, I seem to have enjoyed my motocycle rides more than she. I hope she feels that way in college!