Okay I’m going for it! No more procrastination. I gotta get this blog kicked off. Throw my fears aside!
So should I start with the topic of writing, parenting or motorcycles? Actually it all goes together. I recently wrote an article about being a mom on a motorcycle…and what it’s like to chase three men speeding across the desert—eating their dust! It’s called, “When God rode a dirt bike.” Yeah…I know. That sounds a little strange…but you have to read the article. (It will be a future post but presently its at a magazine under consideration)
How did we get into off-road bikes? When the boys were 12 and 15 my husband decided to buy three bikes as a sort of “male bonding” thing. As you all know, at that age kids are starting to gravitate toward their friends rather then spend time with family…especially true for our eldest son. So my husband bought the bikes. My husband and eldest son struggle in their relationship, and the bikes really helped to bring them together. A common interest is a wonderful thing. And it wasn’t long before I heard, “Hey mom, you ought to try this.” “Hey mom, pop a wheelie!”
It takes us awhile to drive out to the desert where we can ride. So most of the time you will find us living out life in our friendly California neighborhood. I call it “the flatlands”— a place surrounded by mountains to the North, and the beach to the Southwest. My town is pretty typical for this area. It’s crowded with people, rows of houses, traffic, barking dogs...all the usual stuff. In fact there’s nothing special, unless you look closely…and stop to notice… The first thing you might notice is oranges. A long time ago this land held acres of orange groves. Orange trees are still scattered here and there across our back yards. And almost everyone has a lemon tree. This can be a problem when you want to be neighborly and share the abundance of your crops.
“Would you like a basket of lemons?”
“No. I have 57 on my tree right now.”
I’ve learned that Christmas cookies get a lot better reception.
Well…I better sign off. I don’t want to wear you out on the first post. Yet I do want to add that when I drove home from work yesterday, I saw a bright red and yellow envelope on my front door step. I thought it was just a piece of junk mail so I left it there overnight. Today I opened it. It wasn’t junk mail. My heart skipped a beat as I read the letter. It was too good to be true! I’ll tell you more later.
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