Before Sacha heading 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 passenger cycle (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 midday into the ride.
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 up 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?