Riding Sidecar

FOR MANY, MANY, MANY YEARS it’s always been a dream of mine to ride a motorcycle with sidecar. It’s actually on my bucket list. I don’t care which portion of the hybrid I partake in; driving or rolling in the side cart. Either / or.

I never see motorcyles with sidecars. Ever. I feel like the last time I saw one was in Germany last May, one day when I was walking down the streets of Weimar on a cloudy day listening to my iPod, I looked up and there one was! I got excited. The German man driving it came from an alley and was gone as soon as he appeared—true to the mysterious fashion of the motorcycle/sidecar.

So I went for a stroll through Moorhead the other day—zig zagging through streets surrounding campus. I had no destination and went where my feet took me. And what do you know? Would you guess that I saw not one but TWO motorcycle/sidecars on the SAME block!?!

If there’s anything I aspire to own some day, it’s one of these. I’ll paint it red, and my husband and/or dog can sit in the cart. We’ll wear pilot caps and goggles.

I see this scene every waking dream.