We dropped Sally off at the airport on Thursday night. As we pulled away, I looked in the rearview mirror and asked my daughter a question.
“You know what time it is, Francis?”
“Motocross,” She said.
She was right. I took Friday off, and we bought Francis a little motorcycle. We spent the whole weekend jumping barrels at the quarry.
Francis is a little small for the bike we bought, but she wanted something with power, and I think she can grow into it. For now, she’s duct-taped to the cycle, and she uses a special stilt-shoe to change gears.
