It is my father’s birthday (RIP) and it is 9-11, a day to Never Forget, and I never will. Every September 11th since 2005 (the year I got my motorcycle license) I put on my Dad’s watch and shirt, get on the bike and take a ride in his memory. So at the last minute, I got the boots on and rode down to Cooks to take part in the 9-11 Memorial Ride. However, I was late and on my way there, the 9-11 Ride was already on the canyon road coming toward me. It looked beautiful. I did not take any photos or stop and turn around. I felt that the ride I was on was meant to be and I expressed my sympathy solo. I am glad I did. I did the ‘wave’ to everyone as they went by and just kept going, I never stopped at Cooks. Instead, I stayed in the moment, did my own ride, and all was as perfect as it could be on this personal Memorial Ride.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Til next time…