ride

This weekend I went on my husband’s version of a horse ride.

We went down the Sacramento Delta — river-lined agricultural land south of the city. Feels like another world far away from traffic and stop lights.

We stopped at a roadside fruit stand, went to a biker bar and swung over to see Cowboy and his buddies.

 

 

Even though motorcycles aren’t my thing, I’m starting to understand why my hubby likes to ride.

 

 

 

Actually, what he enjoys about his time on the motorcycle is similar to what I enjoy about being with Cowboy: he must be present and mindful, at the same time he can slip into another realm of awareness, and it gets him out of the house and into the gorgeous world.

 

 

The last few times I’ve gone with him, I’ve found myself in an almost hypnotic state. I think it’s the fear factor and knowledge that 1) I’m not in control; and 2) I could die any second. Of course, those two things are always true, I’m just much more aware of that reality on the back of a motorcycle.

In this semi-hypnotic, hyper-aware place, I begin to wonder what the heck I’m doing with my life.

It could be over so quickly… Have I told the people in my life how much I love them? Have I given myself as fully as I can to causes and moments and making a difference? Why am I waiting for someday to do the things that matter — my dreams and life list items — and to let go of the piddly things?

I can almost imagine the moment one’s life might “flash before their eyes.” It reminds me that it’s good to do things that scare me. It’s good to check in with my priorities. It’s good to love, forgive… and go for a ride with my husband.

Now if I could just get him to take a ride with me and this sweet, beautiful beast.

 

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6 Responses to “ride”


  1. 1 Leili Learning Life August 31, 2011 at 1:17 am

    No more “until.” Only now! <3 Envisioning those motorcycle rides gives me goosebumps.

  2. 3 madyoga August 31, 2011 at 4:56 pm

    I love the parallels between your beast and his. Don’t they call motorcycles “hogs?” I’m probably embarrassing myself here.

  3. 5 Elizabeth August 31, 2011 at 6:15 pm

    I would like to ride on a motorcycle someday, but they do kind of scare me. You are so unprotected. And so close to everything, which might be wonderful in its own way.

    I like your “beast”. :)

    • 6 blogasana August 31, 2011 at 10:23 pm

      that is how i feel. at first i was really nervous the entire time and couldn’t relax, but now i can enjoy it even though the awareness of that lack of protection is still there. the good thing was we started out really slow and went for very short, close-to-home rides. i’ve graduated to 65 mph now :)


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