When my mom was in her early teens, she was on the back of a guys bike and they were hit by a truck. Pretty much destroyed her right leg. Long story.
Fast foward MANY years, I told no one when I bought my first bike in 86 (I'm now 60). When I finally told my mom...she just said..."be carefull" and asked for a ride.
I said "no"...for two reasons. 1. I hadn't had enough experience on my own yet and 2. I decided early on, if (when) I go down...I'm not taking anyone with me..!
Now...fast foward about 10 years later, I gave my mom her ride on the back of my bike.
She died about a week earlier. We had her cremated.
I picked up the ashes and secured them to the back of the seat.
Funny thing..getting into some traffic, I started to do some lane splitting.
Unconsciously, I said to myself/"her", "pull your legs in"..!
I always wondered if she heard me..
Mike
