I think of all the times and ways my Mom put up with me and my first motorcycle. All the times she forgot to mention yet another indiscretion to my dad that would have landed me in big trouble. My Mom was loving and patient beyond all understanding. She used to ride a Honda step through long ago. I wish I had a picture of that. These pictures are of other people's Moms.
I'm going to see her in a couple of weeks but her motorcycle days are all in the past. We'll sit together and remember things from long ago. Go enjoy your Mom while you can.