You know that bucket list? Mine included a ride on a bike. A Harley. I don’t know a single soul in our family or among our friends who have one…wimpy folk. But, doesn’t it just suggest a wild streak? So, I made a pact with myself. The next time motorcycles, specifically Harleys, come to our town, I am going to be there front row and center. I will present my case, “Can you please take me for a ride?” Our town is about 8,000 strong. Not much going on. But, I was determined to make my wish come true next time the Harleys arrived. I did. I walked to the downtown bar where they congregate shortly after I heard rumbling and I knew what it meant. I walked with conviction over to the first three men I saw sporting the distinctive leather jackets and standing beside their bikes.
Before I could speak, one very intuitive biker asked, “Where do you want to go?” I had hit the Mother Lode. Instinctively he knew I wanted a ride. Unfortunately, his bike did not come equipped with a passenger seat. Second guy begged off. That left happy Mr. #3. Well, maybe curious Mr. #3. Okay, more like cautious Mr. #3. I had to convince him I wasn’t trouble. I explained I just needed to fulfill this wish from my bucket. He gave a questioning look but ultimately agreed and said, “Hop on.” I dutifully placed the helmet on my head, and like the pros, I put my arms around his waist — time tested security measure — and off we went. Five minutes into the ride around town I told him my name and he said his name was Jim.
“Who are you trying to make jealous?” Jim asked. “No ulterior motive, I just wanted a ride on a Harley and I took this as my opportunity,” I assured him. The ride would not be complete until I asked if he could make sure to pass by some teenagers I knew. “Look, is that Mrs. Wright on that Harley?” I imagined they would exclaim. My plan did not take root. In the 15 minute ride, I never saw a single teenager. Damn! Where are they when you want them?!
So, the ride ended, and it was so worth it. Jim came to trust me, and we parted with an amicable handshake. Most importantly, I fulfilled my bucket list wish with a little bit of moxie and a lot of glee.