Before we had our children, motorcycles were a big part of our life together. We rode all around Texas having little adventures together. But then small children came along and our priorities naturally shifted. He continued to ride, but our escapades together were put on hold.
We have been talking about getting a new bike for a while. The kids are getting older and we are once again restless for some adventure together.
Over the past year, Jeff has written his own version of a gratitude blog called 10,000 Truths to celebrate life and his experiences of over 10,000 miles of road on his dependable black and chrome steed.
So yesterday, he rode up to the dealership to say goodbye to his old friend and begin a new chapter. I expected another black and chrome edition, but was surprised when he texted me a picture of burgundy and very dark red. Then, he told me the nostalgia he felt when he saw this new bike. It reminded him of the bike we owned our first year of marriage. We lived in a cheap run-down house with no air-conditioning or heat. We occasionally heard gun shots ring from neighboring houses. So, we weren’t too keen on leaving his prize motorcycle outside in the front yard. We would wheel it in at night, right into the living room, and tuck it in to sleep. What a memory.
Last night, as he wheeled the bike into the garage, he beamed. It brought back so many memories for the two of us. Like we were circling back again. Right where we started so many years ago. Two idealistic dreamers ready for the next adventure. I am grateful he wants to share this whole big crazy adventure called life with me.