More trees and shrubs and groves. It's getting warmer. Chris
hangs onto my shoulders now and I turn a little and see that he
stands up on the foot pegs.
"That's a little dangerous" I say,
"No, it isn't. I can tell."
He propably can. "Be Careful anyway," I say.
After a while when we cut sharp into a hairpin under some overhanging trees he says, "oh," and then later on, "Ah," and then, "Wow." Some of these branches over the road are hanging so low they're going to conk him on the head if he isn't careful.
"What's the matter?" I ask.
"It's so different".
"Everything. I never could see over your shoulders before."
The sunlight makes strange and beautiful designs throught the tree branches on the road. It flits light and dark into my eyes. We swing into a curve and then up into the open sunlight.
That's true. I never realized it. All this time he;s been staring inti my back. "What do you see?" I ask.
"It's all deiferent."
We head into a grove again, and he says, "Don't you get scared?"
"No you get used to it."
After a while he says, "Can I have my motorcycle when I get old enough?"
"If you take care of it."
"What do you have to do?"
"Lots of things. You've been watching me."
"Will you show me all of them?"
"Is it hard?"
"Not if you have the right attitudes. It's having the right attitudes that's hard."
After a while I see he is sitting down again. Then he says, "Dad?"
"Will I have the right attitudes?"
"I think so," I say. "I don't think that will be any problem at all."
Zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintenance
Robert M. Pirsig