Since my last blog entry, I had a traumatic turn of events. My two sons in Highschool (Secondary…/?) returned home with their first term school reports… I really need to tell them this is not the place to play “How low can you go…”
I see images of them standing at the main road crossing with cardboard signs, begging…
It is really, really traumatic… They could even become teachers… (don’t tell my wife I said so, please…)
So I decided to turn all the angst into action. I drove the BMW outside, and started giving it the best wash it has ever had…
There is some therapeutic value in washing a motorcycle before the next Ride… It is the one terrain in life where you actually get to see a difference after a few hours of hard work. Pastors don’t get to see that so often! Parents obviously not, either.
So, my motorcycle is clean, and begging for a ride. Why not?
Thank you Robert M Pirsig for the great title I could beg/borrow/steal from you!