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As sad as it is that it is only our 3rd ride together since my son obtained his motorcycle permit 5 months ago, we still had a super fun ride today up Mt Lemmon. As has been the case, I was a little nervous this morning before we left, hoping nothing bad would happen to my youngest. The struggle between my mom mode and my motorcyclist mode is very real. 
But after we hit the first curve of 25 miles and seeing the confidence and smoothest by which he navigated the Ninjette, my fear dissipated. MSF class and his seemingly natural abilities were fun to watch. And while we have only ridden 2 other times, today felt like we've ridden a lifetime together out on the street. I am one proud mama. It was such a great morning.
To keep consistent and in the name of my son's education, we kept on with the Ride to Eat motto. Breakfast at the Sawmill Run Restaurant at the top of Mt Lemmon (Summerhaven) was actually very good. I have a photo of it but for some reason, it posted as a 360 view on facebook and it won't give me the URL for the photo. Rude. Just know it was two yummy omelettes; mine was a veggie and son's was a veggie...with sausage thrown in.
RAWR!! This was son's first twisty ride....and my first twisty ride with the CBR. Fun as heck.
Son lead the whole day and when I said we should stop for a couple of photo ops on the way back down the mtn, he suggested this spot ... where he and I had spread my mom's ashes 8 years ago. My mom's birthday was this past Friday, so while I refrained from hugging and kissing the 15 year old in public, I was happy he suggested the spot.
We took a little hike back into the big rocks and such (it was gnarlier terrain than I remember). I made mention that I didn't remember it being so challenging last time. Without missing a beat, son said, "You were younger then." Lil punk.
The view from the huge rock from which I nearly pushed the lil punk.. I mean....where we had spread her ashes...are not too shabby.
My "baby" is a lot taller now than he was 8 years ago when we originally spread the ashes. (And, yes, he IS riding a Ninjette while wearing cowboy boots.
)
We put 105 miles on the bikes today, about half of those were twisties.
I know I am biased, but I am incredibly proud of my son and his good choices on the bike at only 15 years old. And I appreciate him still hanging out with this ole lady.
But after we hit the first curve of 25 miles and seeing the confidence and smoothest by which he navigated the Ninjette, my fear dissipated. MSF class and his seemingly natural abilities were fun to watch. And while we have only ridden 2 other times, today felt like we've ridden a lifetime together out on the street. I am one proud mama. It was such a great morning.
To keep consistent and in the name of my son's education, we kept on with the Ride to Eat motto.
Breakfast at the Sawmill Run Restaurant at the top of Mt Lemmon (Summerhaven) was actually very good. I have a photo of it but for some reason, it posted as a 360 view on facebook and it won't give me the URL for the photo. Rude. Just know it was two yummy omelettes; mine was a veggie and son's was a veggie...with sausage thrown in. RAWR!! This was son's first twisty ride....and my first twisty ride with the CBR. Fun as heck.
Son lead the whole day and when I said we should stop for a couple of photo ops on the way back down the mtn, he suggested this spot ... where he and I had spread my mom's ashes 8 years ago. My mom's birthday was this past Friday, so while I refrained from hugging and kissing the 15 year old in public, I was happy he suggested the spot.
We took a little hike back into the big rocks and such (it was gnarlier terrain than I remember). I made mention that I didn't remember it being so challenging last time. Without missing a beat, son said, "You were younger then." Lil punk.
The view from the huge rock from which I nearly pushed the lil punk..
I mean....where we had spread her ashes...are not too shabby. My "baby" is a lot taller now than he was 8 years ago when we originally spread the ashes. (And, yes, he IS riding a Ninjette while wearing cowboy boots.
)We put 105 miles on the bikes today, about half of those were twisties.
I know I am biased, but I am incredibly proud of my son and his good choices on the bike at only 15 years old. And I appreciate him still hanging out with this ole lady.
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