There's always a moment when pursuing a dream when it hits you, "This is actually happening." When I was learning to ride a motorcycle, that moment arrived with a smack against the pavement. I dumped the motorcycle I was riding during the class. As I stood up, my body shaking and my mind racing in… Continue reading Hitting Pavement
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The Value of People Amidst the Chaos
I would never have learned to ride a motorcycle without the support of certain key people. Fear and the resistance of time played too strongly in my mind for me to break through that barrier all by my lonesome self. I’m not a bold person by nature. So my husband finding a motorcycle I could… Continue reading The Value of People Amidst the Chaos
Frustrated Childhood Dreams
In my childhood, my dad always had a motorcycle sitting in the garage. Every spring he’d head outside to bring the beast back to life with some tuning and then a couple sputtering coughs and finally it’d roar with joy. If we were lucky, my sisters and I would get to ride with dad along… Continue reading Frustrated Childhood Dreams