I miss the open road.
Sergio sold his last Harley a couple of years ago. We miss it. If I miss it, I am sure Sergio does more. He sacrificed it to get Annie's truck. {Such a good Dad}.
This picture was taken on a charity ride a couple of years back. Probably one of the last times I rode. Sergio is in the bandanna and I am hanging on behind. (and yes, I am aware that we should be wearing helmets, please don't go there with me).
The first Harley Davidson he got was many years ago. Surprisingly, it was me that encouraged him to spurge on it.
He has had one of the most stressful jobs you can imagine. He is always working, always on the phone or computer when home, and it has been this way always. The bike, was the best thirty minute break he could get.
When he finally got it. Magic would appear. After incredible stress building work situations, he could get on this magic carpet ~ and transform into bliss. It would calm him. He couldn't talk on the phone. He could just drive and breathe. It would be like night and day when he left, then returned. Sometimes I would just say, you need to go for a ride. And magically he would and become the husband I loved instead of the "Negotiator".
I didn't ride often, but loved the rides we took. Especially the charily rides that lasted all day. Dressing in the leather, wearing my cool chaps. It was so fun. We also had some fun over night trips with cherished memories.
Lately with the change of weather, I hear the purr of the Harley. I see the people out and feel the envy.
We have so much stress right now, that bike could be a life saver. Especially for Sergio.
Hang in there, Babe. We will get another in due time. Just hang in there!
