Pagan Bunny Burn in March.
UnSCruz in May.
Maybe a mini, unofficial PreCompression in July.
The BIG, OFFICIAL burn in August/September.
Decompression in October.
The other day, my dad said to me, “I hope you grow out of this. “
He’s always saying things that upset me.
Why would he want me to grow out of something that makes me happy, fulfilled, and productive?
It defies logic.
It makes me think, when I look at my boys, that the most important thing I can do for them is to support the activities that enrich their lives, even if I don’t understand them.
Except for motorcycles.
I will NEVER support them riding a motorcycle.
Irony, since my BFF is a HUGE motorcycle rider.
AND my birth father and my uncles ALL RIDE MOTORCYCLES.
Along with two of my brothers, Cy and Art.
It’s crazy, I know, but you witness one motorcycle accident turn a man into an accordion and you never want to ride a motorcycle EVER AGAIN!
I suppose, as parents, we think we know what’s best for our kids and we try to steer them in that direction.
So I can forgive my father’s lack of understanding when it comes to Burning Man.
But in my case, when it comes to motorcycles, I do know what’s best.
Dirt bikes I can handle.
I’ll drive them there.