Dad here; we put a few hundred miles on the bike yesterday. My buddies Fletch and Kyle are fully aware of what always transpires when I get wound up, but for some reason, decide to go along anyway. I say that this exhibits certain masochistic tendencies on their part, they think it’s narcissistic compulsion on mine, but it’s obvious that we all need psychiatric intervention.
As you know, Charlie has the tendeny to be just a tad “excitable”. I was on one of my own wide open tangents yesterday, and Fletch noted “if you were a dog, you would be Charlie”.
Few things render me speechless: An Arkansas sunrise, a New Mexico sunset, mom’s selfless devotion, puppy breath, the perfect chord dropped into the perfect song at the perfect time; Fletch’s comment was one of those things. Another came when we arrived back at the Casa to find a padded envelope from Cathy waiting in the mail box. Inside was a wood burning of Max that so perfectly captured his personality that my jaw dropped; to do this with pen and ink would be incredible in its own right, but to do it with an iron is unbelievable.
This piece of art now occupies the wall in Zach’s old room, a wall that also contains Darcy’s star certificate, Ruth’s wood art, Randy’s oil painting, Tim’s Don Quixote sculptures, Fletch’s demijohn, and Deb’s stunning certificate of inclusion in the daily prayers of a Dominican monastery. What the wall doesn’t contain is the other acts of kindness to numerous to mention, sometimes physical but always spiritual, and always coming at a time when they seem to be needed most. It’s not too often in life that you get to choose your family, but this Charlie Bravo experience continues to be one of those times; we be of one blood, ye and I.
Charlie and I are planning another trip west this spring/summer, but the method of conveyance is still undetermined; do we take the road bike and stay on the pavement, or the dual sport and take to the trails? That’s a LOT of miles across the plains before we even get to the mountains. Do we take the newer Subie and camp on the roadside? That sounds cool, but then again, it’s a CAR… do we instead take Miss Ellie? That’s a huge task to ask of such an old girl.
We don’t have all the answers, we don’t even know all the questions, but we do know one thing for certain:
As always, it will be quite the party; we hope to see you on the road!