We were entering the onramp to head north to the lake. It was nearly 100 degrees, the girls were in the back seat, and we were all sticky and disheveled. A motorcycle vroomed ahead of us, its driver looking over his shoulder in our direction. He had one hand behind him on the seat while craned his neck back and popped a wheelie. The girls gasped.
“Oh, my, oh my, ohmyohmyohmy. Mom, did he just do a wheelie?” Briar gasped. “That is so dangerous.”
“What’s a wheelie?” Finley asked.
“It’s when they make their bike go up on one wheel,” I explained.
“Why did he do that, mom?” Briar asked.
“Well, I don’t know. I think usually that’s to impress people.”
“Impressing people doesn’t have to be so dangerous.!” She said with palpable worry.
We all watched as he entered the northway still on one wheel. He set the wheel back down and gave another look back in our direction and then began buzzing in and out of cars in each lane.
“Meh, I’d be more impressed if he popped his back wheel,” Avery muttered with disdain.
“Mom, do you think it was you? Do you think he didn’t notice us three kids in the back?” Finley stopped, thought some more, “And do you think he didn’t know you were married to dad and he popped his wheelie to show you that he really wanted to propose to you? Do you think his wheel went up in the air because you were his one true love?” Her eyes were trained on me as she waited for an answer.
“Well honey, I don’t know. I suppose it’s possible.”
I swear, these three girls, they keep me constantly in tears—sometimes it’s laughter, other times it’s relief, but always it’s with gratitude that I am living this life with them.
I laughed and laughed. They are pretty wonderful.
They definitely make life interesting!
Well, duh. Of course that was it. 🙂
We are a living, breathing chick flick, but stickier.
I’d be more impressed if he popped his back wheel, too.
I see how you are 😉
I love their unique takes on it! Funny, my son and I were just driving up a mountain. Going down was a biker on one wheel. No helmet, of course. My kid was apoplectic.
Good for him, your son, not the biker!
My, how I love this. My general orientation to life is that of Briar: I’m in favor of impressing people without risking life and limb. But if it’s for your one true love? I say, pop a wheelie! xo
I. CAN. NOT. WAIT. TO. MEET. THEM.