Posted on March 9, 2011 by bambifour
While I was ‘mama’s girl’, I never felt very close to my father and once even questioned his love for me. Oh the teenage years… I was out of high school and living at home when not at college. I kept talking about wanting a motorcycle and as I didn’t have a job, (dad wanted us to enjoy ‘childhood’ as long as possible, having ‘worked’ since he was 5) had to count on mom and dad buying me one for a special occasion. Dad was adamant against it. One day he finally told me why. When he was very young he witnessed a motorcyclist lose control on street car tracks and, hit a pole, head first, no helmet. A vision he couldn’t bear seeing one of his girls experienceing.
A Christmas or two after this, he surprised me with a motorcycle. My boyfriend, future husband, had sold his for a bigger one, and dad arranged it so I got his old motorcycle. I was ecstatic but it took me a few years for the impact of that gift to hit me. How much must he have loved me to put aside his fears to make me happy. I wonder if I ever told him I understood. And I knew he did indeed love me.
That gift later led to his suggestion that I get a job where I could ride motorcycles for a living. So I did. My first job was as a motorcycle escort/security guard. Probably the happiest time of my life, pre-kids and definitely my favorite job. Those were the days and I would love to relive them….
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