“Hand it over so I can get the hell out of here.” I’m tired, impatient and ready to get this shit wrapped up, so my tone with Riley is a little harsher than I intended. Actually, it’s a lot harsher, but that’s only because I’m hungry and my blood sugar’s getting a little low.
I must admit, he’s a nice kid, I’ll give him that. He has a penchant for speed and a fearless disposition that will make him hard to beat when he gets some experience under his belt. With a little guidance from a mentor, and a good sponsor, Riley has a future in racing, specifically drag racing—motorcycles.
Right now, none of that matters. I tap my foot waiting as he takes a piece of folded paper from his father’s hand and walks over to my bike where I sit staring …show more content…
Riley's father isn't a pansy-ass enabler who makes excuses for his son. Punishment will be swift and whatever form it takes is now between father and son. I’ve done enough community parenting for the day.
As I turn and walk to my bike I stop beside Riley and give him a few parting words. “You put yourself and others at risk today. Don't ever do it again. Drag racing is for the track, not the street. Final word of advice Riley, don't ever underestimate a woman, especially not a woman on a bike.”
I pull on my helmet and straddle my Harley, watching as the embarrassed young man gets into his father’s BMW. He’s lucky that all he lost today is some attitude and his Yamaha SR400. Making him personally donate his motorcycle to the local hospitals fundraising efforts to satisfy the bet he lost racing me is a good outcome and a valuable lesson.
There’s more I could have said to Edward. I might have spoken to him about the potential I saw in his son, but I've already spent more than enough time with Riley and I need to move on.
For the last half-hour, I’ve been watching the sky grow dark and fill with clouds that look ready to open-up and dump a shit-load of rain any moment. I'm tired, hungry and in need of a place to hold up until the storm passes. I put the bike in gear and hit the
I must admit, he’s a nice kid, I’ll give him that. He has a penchant for speed and a fearless disposition that will make him hard to beat when he gets some experience under his belt. With a little guidance from a mentor, and a good sponsor, Riley has a future in racing, specifically drag racing—motorcycles.
Right now, none of that matters. I tap my foot waiting as he takes a piece of folded paper from his father’s hand and walks over to my bike where I sit staring …show more content…
Riley's father isn't a pansy-ass enabler who makes excuses for his son. Punishment will be swift and whatever form it takes is now between father and son. I’ve done enough community parenting for the day.
As I turn and walk to my bike I stop beside Riley and give him a few parting words. “You put yourself and others at risk today. Don't ever do it again. Drag racing is for the track, not the street. Final word of advice Riley, don't ever underestimate a woman, especially not a woman on a bike.”
I pull on my helmet and straddle my Harley, watching as the embarrassed young man gets into his father’s BMW. He’s lucky that all he lost today is some attitude and his Yamaha SR400. Making him personally donate his motorcycle to the local hospitals fundraising efforts to satisfy the bet he lost racing me is a good outcome and a valuable lesson.
There’s more I could have said to Edward. I might have spoken to him about the potential I saw in his son, but I've already spent more than enough time with Riley and I need to move on.
For the last half-hour, I’ve been watching the sky grow dark and fill with clouds that look ready to open-up and dump a shit-load of rain any moment. I'm tired, hungry and in need of a place to hold up until the storm passes. I put the bike in gear and hit the