|Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve|
Astride Big Red, the USA was my playground with the back roads and highways reminiscent of the Game of Life, a board game in which players travel life’s roads, dealing with whatever befalls them. The time I spent cycling through life was extraordinary, even the occasional disconcerting or difficult times when the unexpected happened.
|Honda mechanic in Greeley, CO, who got me back on the road. |
He took the Gold Wing manual home so he could study it
and get me going the next morning.
|Monterey on the California Coast|
Two things have eased the pain of change. Scanning these past 25 years through photo albums and journal entries, I’ve relived countless memories of my yesterdays as a motorcyclist. Writing this series of blogs to retell my stories and share them with you has helped in my transition to former biker.
Though it’s been a time of letting go, sprinkled with a few tears and lots of smiles, the spirit of WingWoman lives on. And, as my younger daughter said, I will “always be a motorcyclist.”
|Coos Bay, Oregon|
~ xoA ~
“All my best memories
Come back clearly to me
Some can even make me cry.
Just like befoe
It’s yesterday once more.”
~ The Carpenters