Motorcycle Mama
My 66-year-old mother rode a motorcycle for the first time in her life. For a thirty minute ride WITHOUT a helmet!
My mom! Riding a motorcycle at 66 with the wind whipping through her gray hair. She told me about it Easter Sunday. My brother gave her the ride. She said it was fun. My sister, Dee, says Mom’s hair was standing straight up on end when the ride was over.
My mom said she figured it was now or never. If I’d have had to bet, I would have guessed she’d have said never. I mean, Mom has always, and I do mean always, been very negative about motorcycles.
This is the same mother who throughout my life would cringe whenever anyone rode a motorcycle or even thought of riding a motorcycle.
This is the same mother I didn’t tell about the ride my 2-year-old daughter took on the front of her grandpa’s motorcycle. I didn’t want her to know. As it was, I felt my gray hair growing watching her.
Why do I have the feeling that I have the type of mother who is going to do something like take up parasailing at 72?
