Vehicles

Very few vehicles have their own personality to me; most are just utilitarian.

A while back I posted a note on Facebook about taking a ride with Guy in our wheel chair van. He and I went for a drive and I talked to him and he listened patiently while I rambled on. It was Guy’s family has graciously sold us his van to use with Frances’ wheel chair. We’ve used it for a year and half, but it is still Guy’s van.

When we moved home to Oregon we sold Frances’ bike to her brother. But it is and always will be Frances’ bike. She road all over the east coast with me, many thousands of miles. I can’t count the memories that we have together because of riding.

Last night that bike came home. It rode in at 10:00pm and I knew the sound without getting up. It seems weird but I felt it as it drove up on our property. Looking at it out in the field without another bike around it, without our little trailer around it, without a tent around it, it seems lonely, very lonely. It seems that, like me, it is crying. What it really is, though, is waiting for a rider that will never come.