The Sunday Drive.
As a kid, my parents would take me on Sunday drives. We lived in the middle of nowhere with country roads that went on forever. I was always amazed that my Dad knew the way home since I usually felt lost. We took our drives in a 1984 Jeep that had removable doors and top. I loved the feeling of freedom and wind on my face. Today isn’t much different. I hop on my motorcycle with a smile that stretches from ear to ear, enjoying the vibrations of the engine. It feels so good to have the wind in my hair and feel free like I did as a little girl. It’s a welcome change from the usual-spending all day at work or cleaning the house, so today is different. The whole family is coming along for the ride, even my 7- and 8-year-old boys.
We start out slow with only a few cars on the road at this hour in rural California so we can take our time admiring all sorts of scenery: mountains, valleys, and fields full of flowers in bloom beneath a bright blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds. The sun shines brightly as we ride through town, giving everyone pause to take notice. With their arms stretched out, my boys are in awe of their new found power and seem determined not only for this day but all future days where they can feel like super heroes too! I smile at them proudly because even though most people don't understand what it’s really about (and who would?), no one could ever doubt how much joy these activities bring us both- especially when you witness firsthand the excitement for the next ride. When you think of all the wonderful memories your family has made on a bike, it's no wonder that people want to pass down their love for riding. Hopefully my kids will also pass this passion down to their kids one day.