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My Big Fat Scooter Outing

Posted on June 15, 2013 at 2:26 PM
      On our recent trip to Lancaster, PA, with great friends the six of us made a plan to take a thirty-mile motorbike tour of covered bridges.  Fun, right?  Well, the three of us women started chickening out at the last minute. 
       It started when we saw the scooters.  I don't know what images the other ladies had in their heads about what this scooter would look like, but I can tell you my image was made by Mattel. And, oh how wrong I was!
     It was a Harley.  Okay, it wasn't, but it may as well have been.  It was big and black and loud and fast. 
     I was determined, though.  I had made a promise to myself that I would leave my usual scaredy-cat self home and I would face this fear like my sister has had to face her recent health trauma.  It was important that I prove to myself that I can be strong and fearless.  It was my way of confirming that I can fulfill the promise I made to my father on the day he died. I vowed to assume his role in taking care of our family. A lot of pressure was riding on that scooter, huh?
     Well, I fell off the damn thing, skinned my knee ,and decimated my pride .  Let's just say I wasn't great at navigating turns. 
     Did I fail in my promise to myself?  Did I let down the vow I made to Dad?  No.  That's not how I see it.  Here's why:
     I actually donned the heavy helmet, strapped it on tight.  I sat on the big black seat and followed the tour guide's instructions.  I practiced, I crossed a busy street, I made a left, I did it.  So, I was strong and fearless in a way, but I was also wise.  I was wise enough not to get back on the stupid thing and risk breaking a limb because what good would I be to my sister and my mother and the rest of my family if I was in a cast?
     The story has an even happier ending.  The three of us ladies let our menfolk go off on the motorbikes and we went to a winery. I excelled there, my friends.

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