I married a country boy. I mean this in the most positive of ways. I realized he was a country boy when I first met him and read on his driver's license that his address was "one mile past general store, turn right one mile". No. I'm not making that up!
He is a true country boy because he got his first "moving citation" when he was only 8 years old. You see, out in the country, young boys can drive huge water trucks that hold millions of gallons of water on highways; at least that's what Bill's father thought! Yes, he was pulled over by one of West Jefferson's finest as he was making his way down the Monteview Highway and could barely see over the dashboard while driving the water truck to several hundred thirsty sheep. The policeman stopped him, put little Billy in the police car, and immediately took him to dad. Needless to say, Bill didn't drive again until he was 10.
Other things country boys like to do are ride motorcycles. They get their first motorcycle as a baby shower gift, and they just keep getting bigger year by year. Well, even though we don't live in the country, Bill has always wanted to get another motorcycle. AND, he wanted to get Payton a motorcycle. MOM, however, didn't like this idea, but MOM didn't grow up in the country - well, 2 1/2 acres was a little country, but I digress... MOM didn't like this idea. I was against it, oh yes, very against it. But, Bill is a grown man, makes a living for this family, and can make his own decisions. He got a motorcycle. So did Payton. And I'm OK with it...Now.
I admit I think it's cute when they go riding together with their helmets and boots and paraphernalia associated with motorcycle riding. I like the way they are engaged in such a fun bonding activity. I like to see them load up the little pickup and squeeze their bikes into the back of it. I like the way Payton is still very timid about his speed and can't do a wheelie yet, and I like the way they come back at the end of the day in one piece, with a story to tell about the day. Don't tell anyone, but I even like to try out Payton's bike once in a while and feel the wind in my hair and the weeds and dirt in my flipflops!
Yep, it's motorcycle mania at the Ball house - as I'm writing this, those two are out on the dirt trails. Hopefully Payton will keep it under 10 MPH!
Payton and the paraphernalia
The one hander...
Preparing for the jump...
The "Jump"
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My father raced moto-cross and he taught his three sons and his only daughter, me, to ride. We rode all the time growing up and we loved it. He always told us that he'd rather us ride dirt bikes. Bad things happen on street bikes, he would tell us, but on dirt bikes you only get some broken bones. All good fun. And we all did break some bones. So much fun
How fun for them! I better not show Chip and Jackson - they will be SO jealous!!
awww.. i miss my fandamily! :)
That's so fun! I didn't know they got motorcycles?? That's good boy bonding time...that way you girls can have your good girl bonding time ;)
Weston will be so jealous when he sees Payton's motorcycle! He'll want to come stay with you as soon as possible. Payton, keep the speed down for your mom.
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