This morning on the way to work, a black Jeep eases past me as I’m turning off to the bridge. There’s a kid in the back and he points, smiles and is yelling to his Dad, “Daddy, Daddy, a motorcycle!” I wave back to him and he laughs and starts telling his Dad about it more. How cool is that?
Anything you can do to brighten a kid’s day is great in my book. Sure, there are a lot of things I could have been on that would elicit a similar reaction, like a fire truck or a Ferrari, but I can’t afford either of those or they get much worse mileage than the bike. Actually, it’s both, but I don’t think any kid has ever shouted “Mommy! Look, an Accord, a grey one!”
