The Laughing Wolf

Dreams Of Motorcycles

This delightful post by Oddybobo brought a smile to my face, and a delightful memory to mind.

Several years back, I got to visit with my Godsons while on business in San Francisco. I had taken them and their parents out to dinner in the Fisherman's Wharf area, and we had decided to take them for their first icecream at the G place. On our way down, their Mom and I caught a look of pure, unbridled lust on the face of the youngest and looked at each other in horror. He was waaaay to young for this (though he had a strong interest in well-endowed females in his younger days, won't swear to now), and then he broke away from us.

He ran the few feet away and wrapped his arms around -- the front forks of a brand new Indian motorcycle.

The biker and his girlfriend nearly fell off the bike laughing at him, and at us and the looks on our faces. The big, burly biker looked down at Calculation, and asked with a grin "Want to come up?" The head nodded and eyes shown, and Calculation held up his arms for the lift. Once up, we could all see the excitement in is face and eyes, and the trembling in his body. The biker grinned even wider and said "Go For It!"

Calculation's arms shot out towards the bars, and if they could have made it I swear I think that they would have pulled a wheelie all the way down the wharf area. The boy was in nirvana.

That Christmas, Santa (with a little help) brought matching battery powered HDs for Chance and Calculation; and helmets and more were procured. The trike wheels were well hidden in the "saddlebags" of the bikes, and my little boys began riding around the block each night.

I wonder how long it will be before Calculation wants a real motorcycle, so he too can say "I'm sooo outta here."

LW