I admit, I’ve been a bit obsessed with this brand.
And now that it’s in my garage, there’s a piece of me that understands I certainly do not deserve it.
But I like it.
I like it when the mother of my children talks about getting a new jacket so she will look good going for rides with me.
I like it when my 17 year old daughter meets me in the driveway and wants to go for a lap around the neighborhood with me.
This is one smooth riding machine that has been on my bucket list for a long, long time. And now my plan is to fully appreciate every ride I am blessed to have. I hope to see you out there.
Today, I rode home from Macon on my 2015 Indian Chief Vintage. Riding always helps me think.
I remembered my Mom. For as long as I can remember, I would ask my mother what she wanted for Mother’s day and she would reply with something that would benefit me; new shoes, new clothes… Selfless in every conceivable way, she loved my kids like that too. 2001 was the last Mother’s day I was able to celebrate with her.
I remembered I owe so much to the people around me.
I remembered that the woman who drove me down to pick up the bike and was following me through Atlanta traffic was the most amazing influence in my life. Without her, I’m not certain there would be a me. I am certain there would not be a me that I liked. She has shaped the lives of our children with the power of her heart. Her quiet, constant, beautiful care has changed lives of people around her, lifting them in ways so extraordinary that even she refuses to believe she had anything to do with it.
There will be time here soon to detail my new, undeserved ride, but right now, please, help me remember all the people in our lives who let us take them by the heart, and give of themselves in ways that overwhelm us, lift us up, and give us a better path, but somehow, they never feel as if they’ve done enough.
I wish we could all tell them, that what they’ve done is so much more than enough. So much more than we deserve.
It’s been a great ride.