Well, I hope your 4th of July was good. No one has been injured or burned playing with legal or illegal fireworks. We used to buy a bunch of sparkle showers or whistles that could raise the dead from one or another of the nonprofits that sell them at the corners of the 101 Freeway and Fifth Street. .
Volunteers sold them and we could usually enjoy them even if we didn’t buy them. We and the neighbors would sit outside and watch them every year. We couldn’t complain too much because we knew they were doing it to enrich their budget for the coming year.
My kids grew up, the kids who used to oooh and aaah grew up, and us adults didn’t want to bother. It wasn’t that they wanted a bigger bang, it was just that we usually go to see my daughter and swim in the Delta. As I write this, I guarantee cannons are being purchased with less destructive noisemakers that scare my precious pets.
However, due to gas prices, we are staying home now. In fact, the price of gas was worrying me the other day. I was driving behind the donut shop as I took the side road to Fanoe Road when I was surprised to see a man riding a bicycle. It was neither a boy nor an older man. It didn’t make any dangerous moves but just rolled right then left to lean while turning.
He looked like he was having a good time, nodding as if he heard a melody in his head to keep time. I actually quit for a while because it occurred to me that I rarely see kids riding bikes. I can’t tell you why, maybe it’s because we live in a more compact society. In any case, watching it brought back great memories.
You no longer have a bike? Is it rusting in the garden or hanging in your garage? Or like me, just waiting for me to jump on it and spin around like the gentleman I’ve been watching for a while. He looked like he was having such a good time. As I was looking at him he finally realized I was sitting there waiting for him to move so I could continue on my way home and I leaned into a bend and stopped out of the driveway.
We smiled and waved at each other as I turned down the street. It was just a nice moment. As I was driving, I saw how fast most cars were going on Fanoe Road, and with the curb on one side only, I thought it might be a little too dangerous for him to drive. elsewhere than at the back of the stores. in the shopping center.
I wish he knew how happy he made me. I was flooded with memories of going to school on horseback when I lived near Santa Maria. All of my pleasant memories of bikes seem tied to that old two-story house we used to live in. There aren’t any more, but there was some kind of wood behind our house.
There were all kinds of birds and animals to see and shoot when we lived there. We could bike to any classmate’s house, even on the road from Santa Maria to Guadalupe. Traffic was slower then. We would ask mom to make us some sandwiches, hop on our bikes and go for a ride. Of course, we had to be home before dark. Other than that caveat, we were free.
You didn’t have to call ahead because if the kids you were going to see weren’t home, it was still cool to have a destination. If you did it at the right time, you could go to Richard whose mother cooked for the Braceros on this farm. Then you could walk into the kitchen like you belong there and she’d make us a burrito or something. This is where I first tasted Mexican candy. My dentist was probably happy with it.
Or, if you were feeling particularly brave, you could go to the compound where the visiting Japanese workers lived. My father told us never to go there because they had lost the war and they might want to attack new children. You know we believed him.
There were no swimming pools in Santa Maria, and besides, the weather was like in the Salinas Valley. You can leave the house with a jacket and come back with it tied around the waist. You only lost your jacket once. After having a talk with your dad, you learned how to tie a knot that guaranteed you wouldn’t lose it again.
This young guy I saw riding his bike tricked me into getting my bike out of the storage shed and filling the tires with air, and so I did. It’s been a day or two since I’ve been road worthy, and I can’t wait to ride it again. I probably won’t create a memorable ride this time, but I don’t plan on going very far.
I’m sure I’ll remember the ride because of this young man’s actions at the mall.
He doesn’t know how much he touched me, but it’s the best way. If I ask my kids what they remember of their childhood travels and adventures, they’ll probably say motorcycle racing or going to Las Vegas to see the Superbike World Championship races.
Of course they might remember this trip so much because we, OK me, lost the car we were driving and drove around in cold weather until it was pretty much the only car left in the parking. It didn’t bother me, but they kept asking me if I had ever gotten lost in Vietnam. They may not dream as they get older like I did when I was a kid, but I’m sure they will.
God protects you.