I have been in this gang before.
I am a senior member.
Growing up, I remember a time when my dad ONLY had a bike! He would cruise around Whiting with a boom box bungeed to the front and baby seat lined with sheep's wool in the back. Talk about OG biker gang...he's the founder and granddaddy of us all.
My cousin's and I all have our memories of rotating spokes with Uncle Bill and I have more than I can count. I remember rollin' around with Emily in the back seat and me on the handle bars. I remember trips to the beach and treks to north Hammond. We have definitely covered some ground on two wheels together.
Now, it's the next gen's turn to spin wheels with my Dadio. They too are ready and rarin' to go on adventures, cross 4 lane roads, hit the trails, and take a spill with Wild Uncle Bill.
"No blood?" He'll ask with a pick up and dust off as they keep on keepin' on.
Most of my life lessons were learned on bikes. I have 'seen the world' gliding along with the wind flowing through my hair. I still whisper "No blood" to myself when I take a physical OR emotional fall in life. My dad's words help me remember that I am not stopped by a bump or a bruise along life's journey. Bikes got me from A to B. They also took me from girl to tween to young lady to chick to woman.
I wouldn't trade my childhood for the world and my heart is bursting with gratitude to see my baby cousins getting the exact same memories with the best man I know. He taught me to ride, fall, and get up again. I know these little ones are in the best hands...and feet...and heart this Universe has to offer.
Stay Wild 💕
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