I've been wanting a motorcycle for a couple of years. It shows such a sense of freedom and badassness. I love it! I watch my cousin as she rides her bike to our exercise class - it is hotness at a different level.
I remember a couple of years ago when I saw this woman on a Trike and I said, "I want to do that." Except, I want a bike, not a trike. So, Tracee (my best friend) says, "No way, you can get killed....it's too dangerous." Her mantra sounds like the ol' "you'll poke your eye out" line from a Christmas Story. Yeah, even driving in a car is dangerous!
So, I told my Granny about my desire to get a motorcycle and she swooned, "You go girl."
"Granny, will you ride with me when I get one," I asked.
"Yep, I sure will," she smiled. We both know that her knees won't allow her to get on it, but we both found ourselves dreaming of the wind whipping across our face as we'd ride down the country road. The other day we saw two motorcylces in the parking lot and I said, "There's my motorcylce, Granny." And, we found ourselves admiring them as the owners came out. Carrie, a Harley owner, encouraged me to live my dreams and not to live in fear. My dreams...live my dreams...live my life to the fullest.
Why do we always worry of the bad things that could possibly happen? Why don't we ever focus on the good that could possibly occur. Hmmm? Good question.
Instead of saying, "Don't crawl because you'll fall if you try to walk" try "Crawl because if you do, you'd be able to walk one day"...that's a thought.
(My Granny and Carrie)
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