2019-06-01_Motorcycle_Mojo_Magazine

(Darren Dugan) #1
MAY 2019 MOTORCYCLE MOJO 53

I couldn’t tell if my mom was upset


or delighted that I had decided to quit.


She put so much time into helping


me become a great dancer when all I


wanted to do was ride my bike. I think


it was a bit of a relief knowing that


she wouldn’t have to wrangle me into


going to dance class anymore.


Moms are funny in that sense. You


never realize how good their intentions


are when you’re a child,


but as you get older, you


notice little things that


you start to do instinc-


tively because your


mother drilled it into


your subconscious. Like


a bear raising her cubs, a


mother’s nurture is the


most integral factor of


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my childhood, I see the


amount of endless love


and encouragement my mom had given


me. Like most children, I never looked


at the greater picture and realized how


much she did just to make sure I could


do what I loved.


So this Mother’s Day, I wanted to


simply say thank you to all the mothers


out there and women who have


inspired us on our journey.


Whether we live near or far from


you, know that we are a better version


of ourselves because of you.


Thank you for staying strong when


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bike, thinking we were


the coolest kids in the


world. Watching us


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time not knowing what


the future would bring


for us on these two-


wheeled beasts called


motorcycles.


And thank you,


Mom, for letting me


borrow your motorcycle


with only 5,000 km on


it when I was 18 years old. I vanished


down the road into the horizon, only


to come back three months later with


another 20,000 km on the speedo, a


few scratches, bent forks,


three new tattoos and


an undying desire to


continue travelling.


My mom never forced


me to do anything,


but rather sometimes


just steered me in one


direction or the other.


Now that I think about


it, this might have been


part of her master plan,


because to this day, I


continue to break out in


a little jig whenever I get


excited.


My borrowed bike that I still

ride today. I call her Betty.

She has over 72,000 km

on her now.

THAT WAS THE DAY I QUIT


IRISH DANCING

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