Today is a bittersweet day for me, or rather a night. I was out to eat with my family, and my mother brought up the subject of the bike, and how she was still unsure of it being a wise decision. I played it off during the dinner and waited until we got home to continue the discussion. It seemed she still wasn't ok with the bike being in my possession, being a mother and all. But it was how she ended up expressing that tore me up inside..
She actually cried for me. Cried for the fact that I had been so reckless in this boondoggle. We had a small fight, I chewing her out and she me until it eventually blew over and we cooled off. What I did next I still hurt about, but I felt it the right thing..
I put it up for auction.
When she found out, she was relieved.. and still thinks a V8 monster Camaro is safer. But at least I cheered her up and did the right thing for a woman that has done so much for me these past 21 years. And I guess there are two things she really loves in this world..
Our family
And the Camaro.