I'm heading off to my Mom's 100th birthday celebration in November in Duluth. When she had her 99th she went in and signed up for a new drivers license. When Andy Goldfine, owner of Aerostitch, found out he sent her a silk scarf and a get out of jail card. Take care Gary and we will get together when you are next in the Seattle area.
Ciao!
Willie
--- In st2_owners@yahoogroups.com, hobatz@... wrote:
>
> Earlier today I walked into my cluttered garage and started excavating
> a path from back to front. Just wide enough to coax a lonely ST4S out
> of the must and into the daylight. Took a few feet of rag to wipe the
> gunk off the bike and restore something adjacent to a dull shine.
>
> Apparently a shot of sunlight agreed with my old machine, as the key
> turned smoothly and the engine fired immediately. We both grinned.
> It'd been a bit more than three years since we'd entertained one
> another on a ride longer than about a half mile.
>
> What happened over the next four hours and about 300 miles is purely
> between me, the ST and a 100 year-old totally amazing woman.... Mary
> Brunt Eagan, my Mom, who ended her century-long involvement with this
> world a week ago. In a backhanded sort of way, she commanded me to gas
> up the beast and wander a bit.
>
> During a celebration of her life a this past Thursday, as I stood with
> my five brothers and two sisters, listening to visitors recount tales
> of Mom's extraordinary stint on this rock, I was shocked at how many
> of them told me how many times she had carried on with them about my
> escapades on motorcycles. Rallies won, records set, aimless meanders
> through foreign countries and near-fatal crashes. I was stunned that
> she shared these things with so many people.
>
> When I was repeatedly asked if I was still riding and what my next
> adventure was, I was embarrassed to tell them I had been essentially
> motorcycle free for more than three years. A former neighbor, now in
> her early 90s, asked me if it was true I'd ridden more than a million
> miles like Mom had bragged. When I told her that was true, she looked
> over at my Mom lying in her casket, then looked back at me just said
> "Mary would be damn mad if she knew you'd quit riding them things."
> She huffed just a bit when she said it.
>
> Fast forward to today. I decided I didn't want Mom pissed off at me,
> so I commenced the patching up of my relationship with the road.
>
> Felt good. Think I just might do it again. It never was a good idea to
> invoke the ire of Ma Eagan.
>
> Hobatz
>
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