What is it with men in
their prime years, "little play on words there"?
Mine wants a
motorcycle, not just any motorcycle but a roaring Harley, he thinks if he
can sit on one of them he will go back into his younger days. He does not
realize he can go back to the hospital.
I told him we had been
there and done that and we need to go on with our life, you know reach out
for new and better things, slower things like a van to haul the Grand
children around in.
I do get a kick out of
seeing a older man with gray hair and a beard riding down the road defying
nature of it usual running course like a rocking chair.
I like to follow them
and wait for them to have to get off, grunting and groaning with the lift
of the leg. I know they sit and drink their coffee real slow wondering how
they are going to get back on. I guess Wal-Marts could get in an
extra supply of stop pain and we could put it in the saddle bags, just in
Bet I could sell that
stuff for 50.00 dollars a bottle to them old men on their rides.
We know that leather
is hot, not cool, it was cool when we were young but not now, we can be
really honest, it was hot and smelly and you couldn’t move in those
Speaking of that I
still have his original leather jacket, of course its a little dry and a
little small, I guess leather does shrink..."sure it does".
Ours didn’t have a
wind shield and we didn’t have to have a helmet so we picked the bugs
off our teeth, and you couldn’t hear anything the other said, you had to
yell or just be quiet till you got there and try to remember all you
wanted to say.
Now they have speakers
in the helmets and an intercom system and a huge windshield to keep the
wind off of you. Where’s the fun at?
I remember one day we
were riding down the road and I saw a spring jump off the front handle, I
screamed out, "what was that"? He said its okay just a
front brake, we still have the rear ones. I imagine us flipping over and
over trying to stop after that, so the fun was gone out of that ride.
But I have the problem
solved now. Some friends of our went together and bought him a new
Harley....of course when the batteries run down they’ll have to be
replaced but at least he’ll be sitting in the floor and won’t be
falling to the ground.
© By Harriett Dash 10/15/2004