You’ve still got to be careful.
It’s not quite as torque-y as the other bike. However, once you get up to speed, it’s got quicker acceleration.
It’s also heavy, so take it easy.
You’ve got to turn around, the trash is the other way.
He edges gently on the accelerator and u-turns. A larger bike, this one gas powered, has just enough room for the plastic black trash bin to nestle snug between the steering column and matte black seat.
And, for a slow u-turn, luckily, today is a quiet day on Xom Chua.
He manages the arc, and as he straightens out and pulls away seems a bit unsteady, but nevertheless picks up speed
And, as he peters away and approaches the corner, I hear him ask
Wait, where do I put my feet
It’s such an innocent question, but it’s one that stops me in my tracks
I immediately need to investigate why it resonates, snaps my reverie.
This is brand new for Rhino. First pass with a gas-powered bike. Fresh, unique
And I remember Amor Towles put it so well
When one turns seventeen and begins to experience that first period of real independence, one’s senses are so alert, one’s sentiments so finely attuned that every conversation, every look, every laugh may be writ indelibly upon one’s memory
I think this may be such a moment for him
Where do we put our feet
We wrestle with new, put ourselves out there, brave the road into vulnerable
And suddenly, there’s no ground
Where do I put my feet?
In spite of his question, and perhaps because of it, he makes his way around the corner and out of sight
Leaving me in his dust,
Where will he travel
Who will he become
Will he find his ground
And sadly, perplexingly, agonizingly,
I have no answers
I exhale a silent wish for him
And make a commitment to put my feet
one, in front of the other.
Nice post! It was a mystery at first, but I wanted to understand, and you drew me into the moment. Thank you!
Young people moving away from us through their own power because of the independence they have been given, gets me every single time. Thanks for sharing this!
Watching as he (a little wobbly) managed the big bike and the power and speed and turned the corner out of sight- what a metaphor. I love how his words ‘snapped your reverie.’ ‘And suddenly there is no ground…’. Moments in growing up but also in parenting… My heart was with you in this post.
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