I have always loved motorcycles. As a young child on, I enjoyed riding them. I have secretly wanted to drive...and own...my own "bike." Seriously. This weekend made me want to ride even more.
At a small country store several miles from my Dad's house, we stopped to fill up our gas tank. With holiday traffic, the gas pumps were crowded. As my husband tried to back into an available spot, a total stranger began speaking and directing us. He was respectful, friendly, helpful...and a biker. I was impressed.
On our trip back to Kentucky, we made another quick stop. Again, traffic was busy and parking spots were scarce. We parked beside a motorcycle...which greatly pleased me. The driver and his lady were preparing to return to the road. As they were putting on helmets and gloves, I waited to open my passenger door. Within seconds, the man motioned for me to get out while they waited for me. Again, I was impressed. I thanked the bikers and told them how much I liked their bike. "It's a dream of mine!" I added. (It is highly unusual for me to strike up conversations with strangers!) After chatting for a minute or so, we all went our separate ways...smiling.
I began thinking. Obviously, we don't all have to be bikers to be kind, respectful and courteous to each other. However, the friendly and polite bikers we met last weekend made our trip more enjoyable. I was encouraged, though, to realize that manners, kindness and friendly personalities definitely still exist. How wonderful it would be if each of us would reach out to someone else on a daily basis pleasantly, politely and personally. We never know what kindness may do in another person's life.
By the way...I have driven a Volkswagen Beetle, three sedans, three minivans and an SUV. I also dream of having my own Jeep Wrangler someday. Who knows? Maybe I'll soon become a "Motorcycle Momma" with a pink helmet...hoping to bring a smile to someone's day, too.<3~thl
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