Phoenix, Arizona is filled with drivers from every corner of the world. I mean who doesn't want one hundred and ten degree weather only three months of the year? Some of you may have experienced Arizona and its wonderful drivers, if you have not ever had the pleasure I envy you. Most of the time the fine residents of Arizona do not pay attention. I admit it, I am in with that group. However one thing I ALWAYS pay attention for is a motorcycle. Not just because my best friend and I ride, but because two-thirds of the people I love ride EVERYDAY.
I have a family outside of my normal everyday family. I have a bike family. Everyday my brothers and sisters do the same as my love does and gets on a bike and rides. The familu me and my better half ride with have become my Brothers and Sisters. They stand beside us when we are on top of the world and they lend a hand to us when were down. These fine brothers and sisters are not family by blood or law, but by heart. They are some of the best people I have the pleasure of calling my Family.
Today as we went for a ride I watched some of our brothers ride and something dawned on me. Being an "Old Lady" is probably one of the most nerve racking things I have ever had the pleasure of being defined as, aside from being a mom to a little boy. I thought being the spouse of a military man was rough. You see some number of years, before I met D2( you will find I refer to my better half by a few different names), I was with a soldier. He deployed and I like so many other men and women left behind, spent nights sleepless, and every freaking minute you where awake you worried about your Soldier, Sailor, Marine or Airman. Well brace yourself, because when you become part of a family like we are, you no longer worry about just one. You worry about every freaking one of your brothers and sisters every single time they hit the road.
I literally could hear grey hairs growing on my head as I watched two of my brothers lead the front of the pack. I have found myself worrying so much about my brothers and sisters. Not so much about how they ride, I am fully content about how they ride, most of them have been riding longer than I have been alive. I worry more for the drivers around them. The teenager on his cell phone, the soccer mom that cuts through the pack of bikers, and with the latest craze Pokemon Go. Please, I am begging you to pay attention to your surroundings. You are in a car, you have air bags and a cage to protect you. My brothers and sisters have at most a helmet and leathers that will keep them "safe." My heart gets on a bike every night and heads off to work, My brothers and sisters do the same. They all have a family at home, WATCH FOR MOTORCYCLES. Do not cause an "old Lady" to get grey hairs before they are due.
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