Those who know me know that my dad was a biker. One of my favorite memories is being very young & my daddy coming home from riding and pretending to be my horse & I was Rainbow Brite :) The smell of leather is a smell I associate with my father. His motorcycle, in my mind, was so much apart of them that it took everything I had not to start crying when my brothers started his motorcycle up a couple days after his death. Standing there listening to the melody of the bike was almost too much, because I knew my daddy was gone & he would never ride that bike again.
Learning to ride a motorcycle and one day owning one maybe only a dream when it is all said and done, because of my health. But if it does become a possibility I will gladly run with it. The inspiration for finally verbalizing this dream (yes I realize that typing isn't speaking, but you know what I'm saying) was an email I received about Motorcycle Bootcamp. So when I become debt free & if my doctors are able to help me to be healthy enough, world watch out because this daddy's girl is going for a ride :)
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