He clears his voice before he goes to speak, “This is our summer tradition, and we’ve been doing this for a few years now. We thought the kids would enjoy the costumes and the covers.” He slows the speed a bit more. “Some of these idiots wear full costumes of anything they can get their hands on,” he chuckles, “It’s fucking hot for this but they are local heroes.”
I giggle at that.
The road gets clear in our lane as Meadow creates little wobbles with the bike, swaying it sideways. The calmness soothes me. Yet, I’m also a biker and I know the next thing would be to speed away and play with the gears. As if I read his mind, he taps on the side of my thigh twice and I fasten my hands around his stomach.
“Woohoo,” I scream in my helmet. The speed of this bike is insane, my heart’s racing as he does it again, laughing at my reaction and joining me.
Our screams combined are hilarious and we can’t contain our laughter when we hear Dean yelling too.
Like floating on a cloud, no thoughts cross my mind. I let my hands roam a little, feeling his muscles and solid chest. The delicious vibrations running through me, humming against my pulsing clit.
After a few miles, we stop by the side of the road where families hang with their kids at a small park. The little ones immediately jump in excitement and run toward us as they notice the helmet cover on each biker.
“Can we take pictures?” One of the mothers asks.
“Sure.” Meadow is quick to confirm as he pulls onto the side of the road, dropping the kickstand down.
The kids form a line in front of us. “Say bunnies.” The mother instructs and they all chant in unison. “Thank you. You made their day.” She follows the trail of happy kids back to the park.
“Wait, we have gifts.” Dean pulls his backpack over the fuel tank, extracting Easter eggs, and distributes them to the kids one by one—their happy smiles fill my heart.
This family does so much for others it’s eye-opening.
“We fill them with candies,” Meadow explains to me. “Here.” He gives me a few to hand over.
“Have a great evening.” We wave at them and continue to the next stops along the road.
A biker with a full shark costume flies past us and Dean and Meadow glance at each other, singing the words of a song they put on.
Dean does the French part and Meadow the Spanish part. Meadow’s deep, raspy sound is kind of sexy and affects my body as I fix myself around him.
No! Snap out of it.
They are so goofy with each other like two siblings and the rest seem just as silly as they are.
Feeling more comfortable, I laugh with other riders by our sides, flipping them the bird when Meadow leaves them in our dust. They don’t take offense—in biker’s language, it’s equivalent to a greeting.
It’s fun and liberating out here and I think I’m starting to understand why this is Dad’s favorite place. As simple as it may be, those people are what makes it special.
The calm skies are painted orange and yellow as the sun wanes.
There are many people on the road and in the streets who are friendly and have a great sense of humor. The wisdom is to check and see who they are because we never know. We can meet a lot of cool people when we give them a shot and interact with them.
Dad taught me that and I forgot it somewhere along the way. He will always be my hero and the man who walked me through every major and minor hurdle in my life.
I miss him so much. I wish he were here but I understand why he isn’t. Seeing everyone reminds him of the obstacles he has to face. I hope he will return here next year. This place always brought a huge smile to his face and now I finally get it because I have the same expression.
After two hours full of laughter on the road we get back. Pulling into the motel parking lot, He cuts the engine and waits for my short legs to reach the ground before he climbs off.
“You race?” I give him a shrug and a lopsided grin. “Your dad said something about it.”
He flicks the visor upward and remains expressionless, not giving anything away.
Taking my helmet off, I put it on the seat while I comb my fingers through my hair. “Did you ever crash?” I attempt tochange the question in hopes he will give me something.
“I crashed once, gear defect. I was lucky, considering the speed I was at. I had close calls on more than one occasion.” He waves to his parents from afar.
Milo gives carrots to the kids who roam around on behalf of the bunnies.
