Remember the days when you were young, oh, so young, and wishing you were older?

The days when you pretended you were all grown up, even though you weren’t?

I remember one of those days very vividly.

We were in the mountains of north Georgia, visiting some old family friends. They had lived next door to us when I was just a toddler.  Their son was years older than me… I think he was a teenager when I was a toddler.

Anyway, this particular weekend he was visiting his parents – we were all staying at their lake house and going to the Georgia Mountain Fair (which is a pretty big deal up around these parts).  He was visiting at the same time we were… and I was in heaven.harley

Joe David was his name. I remember having the hugest crush on him from the moment I saw him.  Mind you, the last time I’d seen him, I was probably wearing training pants… so it was like meeting him for the first time.  And, at thirteen, he was an Adonis to me.  He had long, wavy sandy-brown hair, huge green eyes, plaid flannel shirt, tight jeans, black leather boots  and the sweetest smile. (sigh)  And, best of all, he rode a Harley.

I have always had a secret, rebellious side to me.  The “wild child” that I don’t let out to play very often. I keep her locked up tight in a box, hidden deeply in my soul.  She stays locked up so long I often forget that she is there.

But Joe David had her banging on the lid of the box to be let out to run free.

Now mind you, his part in all of this was innocent. Looking back, I’m sure he just thought, in his worldly, wise, 20-something way, that I was just a cute punk kid to be nice to for a few days.

Me? I was naming our children and contemplating a life as Mrs. Joe David.

One of the days we were there, and I don’t recall how it happened exactly, but I ended up being offered a ride on his Harley.

*gulp*

ALL ALONE with JOE DAVID on his HARLEY?

I just about died right then and there. I don’t remember HOW I got on the bike, or much of the details of the actual event… but what I do remember is the bliss I felt as we rode along those windy mountain roads. I can’t remember whether I loved the fact that I had my arms wrapped around this HUNK of a guy or the thrill of riding a motorcycle more. 

That was when it happened.  The wild child in me came out.  She was blissfully happy with the wind blowing in her face and the scenery flashing by.  Her heart was racing and adrenaline was pumping.

Ever since that day, I have had a love affair with speed.  I love driving fast – anything fast… the boat, the car, or even (if I ever get the nerve again) on a motorcycle.

The wild child is locked up safely in her box (for now). I don’t let her out to play much these days.  The Mommy is usually in control around here.

But I still love to remember that feeling – zooming along the highway on the back of a Harley with my (then) dream man…


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12 thoughts on “It Happened on a Motorcycle

  1. I just had a ride on a Harley with a friend………haven’t been on the back of a bike for years and years, probably since I was 16 or 17. It was amazing. I want to do it again. At 40 the wild child is still here, and right now I don’t want to keep her locked up. I only have one life, I’m going to live it. 🙂

  2. I would LOVE to get on a motorcycle again, but ONLY if I am the one driving (yes, I have control issues) My “wild child” is still lost inside. I’m hoping to let her out a little more frequently and loosen up some. I’ve gotten so used to being the “good girl” I’m not sure I remember how to be the “wild child!”

  3. Poor Jo David; I’m sure he never knew what hit him. I enjoyed your recollection of riding along Georgia roads. I can just see those dogwoods whizzing by now. My dad was from Georgia and I spent a brief time in the south until the tornados blew me right back to California. Guess I’m a chicken when it comes to whether. You might enjoy a similar tale-Dad’s and Dirt Roads.
    If you have a moment, I hope you’ll click over. http://lisawrites4life.wordpress.com/2010/07/25/dads-and-dirt-roads/

  4. Wow… brings me back to my youth, the summer of 1978, the man,Andy(19) and me 16! I will never ever, forget that feeling in my life! Still think about him to this day, every once in a while!
    Thanks for helping me remember my youth and that feeling in my heart,
    As always,
    -kristina-
    Stop my my blog if you have the time! I am a follower now of yours!

  5. Oh man, that got my attention! know the feelin!
    You wrote a really great, descriptive piece, which clearly conveyed a special time/moment in your life — thanks for sharing that!
    cheers,

  6. Lisa,
    Thanks for stopping by! I read yours and have the same memories of learning to drive, except it was my MOM telling me to line up the center of the car with the dashes on the road. How funny!

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