Leaving two wheels behind

The Ottawan had been young. Heck, he had been really young some years ago. Some would even go as far as saying that he was once a baby and that he did babyish things. Others would call such comments rubbish. The Ottawan, with his thinning hairline and his tall body, could never have been younger than fourteen or fifteen, and you could take that to the bank.

But he had been young. And when he was young, much younger than he was now, he had never wanted an automobile. He had wanted a fighter jet. Of course, the fact that his dear mother told him that she could not not afford to buy him little gifts at the supermaket made him realize quickly enough that it would be a long time until he could have his fighter jet. Yes, though he was young, he was savvy about these financial matters. So he shifted his attention to something a little more attainable. Motorcycles! Not just any kind of motorcycles. Sportbikes! He loved them.

He wanted one. He needed one. His mother wouldn't hear it. Too costly. She was right he would later realize. A meal on the table is much more useful and much less deadly, at least in her very capable hands, than a very fast bike.

His longing eventually got pushed back to a small corner of his mind, staying put for sometimes years at a time. But every now and then it surfaces, as strong as ever. He gets the urge to look at bikes. He doesn't even look at the newer models anymore. He knows what he wants, and he knows what he'll buy before he works up the skills to buy that one. In a couple months time, his car lease will come to an end and he'll be giving back his primary mode of transportation, and his wallet will all of a sudden become much fatter. Fatter than it has ever been. Some of that fat, he's thinking, could very well serve to buy him one of those machines.

He has been talking about purchasing one for a good ten years now, he's wanted for fifteen, ever since he first laid eyes on one. And he's never been closer to having the ability to have one.

It's important to have dreams, but it's also so much fun to fulfill them.

Good night dear readers.

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