May, 1985

Up at 9am, a quick bath, and some orange juice. I dash to the garage and take off the old shower curtain that is my bike’s blanket. I look at the old girl: tires, drive chain, bolts and screws. Chain needs some oil. I shout out a quick goodbye and open the garage gates. It’s absolutely beautiful out. On the bike in a flash, I rush out and give my mother’s wind chimes a quick tap for a safe day ahead. I feel the sun on my face. The summer sunshine is blinding.