Before Sacha headed back to school, he challenged, "Let's ride up to Saint Baume tomorrow morning!"
Ride, as in an Honda 600, 1990-something, a very uncomfortable motorcycle especially if you are the passenger (Which I know from experience to be very true.). Nevertheless, when your twenty-two year old son asks you to do something together most mothers know not to say no.
I grabbed my helmet, put on my gloves and held on tight.
Oh by the way, it was Sacha's first time to have someone on back. Of course I did not know that until midway into the ride.
That was why Yann was a nervous wreck.
Sacha and I…
well we are Amaro's, George Amaro blood races in our genes.
We rode behind our house, behind our small town in the Provencal countryside: Saint Baume. We rode up and down several of the roads we know by heart. Sacha is an excellent rider. I wasn't afraid, even when a truck stopped dead in its tracks in front of us and we squeezed without using the brakes between it and an another truck. Fast thinking with calm nerve.
I loved it.
The roads to Saint Baume are narrow and "twisty-son-of-a-guns" as my dad would say.
We road on a dirt trail too. Cross country on a clear day.
We hiked a bit to take in the beauty and breath in the silence. Sacha says he will send me some photos of our morning, I hope so.
What daring thing have you done recently?
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