Women Riders

A Biker’s Heart

Written by  August 28, 2015

A woman in a Facebook group I belong to shared this story with us, and with her permission, I am sharing it here.

“A few weeks ago my old man, his buddy and myself went for a ride. Because this is only my 2nd year riding my own I'm still counting miles, trying to break last yrs 5,000. The two guys are diehards that have been riding for their whole lives but they are good sports and they try not too laugh too loud when I do screw up on my bike. Unfortunately I'm having trouble with my hands going numb while riding so we end up stopping often. We spend a lot of time at various parks talking about where the next park is.

So back to the point. We rode into a park north of Merrill, WI to smoke and decide what the next plan was. While we were there I realized there was a clean-cut young couple with a little boy who was 2-3 yrs old. They were playing with him on the playground across the way. My first thought was what a nice looking family. My second thought was how we must look to them. We were all sweaty, long hair, leather clad, tattooed; Hollywood couldn't have painted a better picture of the stereotype. I was kind of chuckling to myself thinking about it when the father of this family approached us. When he was close you could see he was uncomfortable and a little nervous as he started to speak. He asked if we could do him a favor. He asked if we would be willing to really crank on the bikes when we got ready to leave to make as much noise as possible. Then he explained his little boy has been deaf since birth but the doctors have concocted a special hearing devise for him to try out. It works different from a normal hearing aid because not only does it make the inner ear work to some degree but it also connects to the backside of his sweet little head to send electrical impulses directly to the part of the brain that controls hearing. Apparently at this time its not working as well as they hoped it might because all he seems to be able to hear is very loud noises like the roar of the bikes or dogs barking. The goal is someday they will be able to improve it but for now it’s the best they can offer this little guy.

Obviously we agreed to be very loud on our way out. He thanked us and returned to his family. We sat another ten minutes or so then it was time to go. I asked the guys to give this little boy a ride in a slow circle around the parking lot (because I'm not comfortable enough with my bike to do it myself) but both guys said no. Men can be so antisocial even if they are really teddy bears on the inside. God knows they don't want anybody to know they have a heart. So instead I walked over to the family and told them it was time. We climbed on our rides, fired them up and made them roar until the trees shook. The family waved as we started out of the lot.

Somehow this just wasn't enough for me so I made a u-turn and went back. I pulled up near the father holding his son and told him to put the little boys hand on my tank so he could feel the vibrations when he heard the noise. As that precious angel touched my bike I made it roar as loud as any good motorcycle. When that vibration and noise rattled that little hand his face lit up into the biggest smile I've ever seen on a child. He radiated with excitement. I pulled out of the park with tears streaming down my face and darn near crashed because I couldn't see past the emotion for minute or two. So much for Hollywood. It’s pretty hard to play the part and keep my tough exterior after that sweet child stole my heart. I know his father will probably always remember us but I pray that child gets to hear so many different things during his life that what we shared will just blend into all the rest. I, however, will never forget being privileged enough to get to see that miracle happen in that little guy. When his hand felt what his ears were hearing I'm pretty sure I heard angels sing.

I'm usually not this dramatic. Anyone who knows me would tell you I keep my game face through most everything. But this little boy was very special and the courage his father had to drum up to approach a group of dirty sweaty bikers showed me that THIS parent is willing to do anything for his child. I am a parent of a handicapped child and I would invite the devil to dinner if I thought it would improve my son's quality of life even a little. There is no fear I wouldn't face for him.

That family has been in my thoughts ever since. That father looked at us like he was seeing heroes. We are nobody. He is the real hero in this story. And I know that little guy will grow into a good man because of him no matter what he gets to hear in the future. My hat goes off to them all.”

Thank you, Brenda. Our hats go off to you as well.