When I was a kid, my dad rode a Harley. He was the coolest biker dude ever! I loved riding that bike with him. We lived in the rocky mountains of Colorado. The bike was a beautiful candy apple red. I remember riding up and down the Ute Pass, nearly touching the road with every turn. Even my younger brother would ride. My mom would strap him to my dad with a belt. When they came home, my brother - a baby at the time - would be asleep.
This was way before I knew anything about that dreadful term: "mid-life crisis."
I just saw a picture of someone I know on a motorcycle. Someone that I knew well as a kid. And because of that, I still see this particular someone as a kid. I thought, "Why is that person on a motorcycle?!"
Then I started thinking about it. I am now about the same age my dad was when he started riding bikes.
Aw, man! Does that mean the mid-life crisis is about to set in?!
At least I had my answer. Now, I'm not going to go out and buy a Harley. Makes me laugh that other people I know have done just that. I don't know what my mid-life crisis will involve. Maybe I already had mine. Maybe I'm in the throes of it, but God chose to offset it with my getting published. Maybe it's yet to come. Whatever. I'm not worried about it.
I've heard that mid-life crises are just a bunch of hooey. They don't really happen. Well, I think the Harley dealership might disagree. At any rate, I have to laugh. It's silly how we humans react to things sometimes. Like a bike is going to make a person younger...
A time machine, on the other hand...
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