I love life on the back of a bicycle.
When we move past age 40 we just don’t give a shit what people think anymore.
Yes, I have become one of those women who rides in a skirt, flip flop sandals and hair blowing in the wind – wrinkles and flapping skin flying. No football helmet or riding gear. Just the wind and me. It makes me feel eight years old. Back to the days of riding my stingray with its banana seat, high handle bars and those long summer days. Two of my best friends could ride with me on my bike. Down the streets we’d go screaming and laughing. There were no helmet laws – only the wind flow and motion of energy from the back of a bike. If I could ride in my bare feet these days – I probably would.
I have found myself yelling “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” as I race down hillsides, racing swiftly by cars.
I don’t think I have ever yelled that during sex.
People do yell how much they like Betty the bike. People in the neighborhoods I ride through are beginning to yell hello and my name. We miss so much in the world from behind a windshield, talking on our cell phones with music playing.
Football season began for Brian this week. It is back to nightly practices and sweaty gym socks. I have missed the other parents and the kids. It seems Brian is the boy with the largest chest and has proceeded to push every kid off the line. This years coach is all over him, and the boys are gathering around him – shocked at his strength. He is puffing up like a peacock.
So much so, that when the group of boys noticed that sometimes he can’t get his words out, he was not daunted. They asked, “Brian, why is it hard for you to get your words out sometimes?” There he was – exposed -in front of his peers.
His answer, “I sometimes think faster than I can get the words out.” The other boys, without missing a beat answer, “Yeh, that happens to me sometimes too.”
And that was the end of it. Later that night I asked him if that moment hurt his feelings, He responded, “No, they were just curious and probably want to help me.”
Now that my friends is a big change.
School is just around the corner. Brian is now in 6th grade. Where do the years go? It was just yesterday I was on the blue stingray bike with the banana seat riding up the middle of Alta Avenue in Rohnert Park California.
Bare feet and all.
Somethings never change even if time does.
Until next time-
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