by J. Scott Ellis
I’d almost forgotten what this feels like. The open road. The wind in my hair. Fuck the helmet law. Nobody is tying me down with rules again.
I’m never looking back.
I’m free as a bird now, and this bird you cannot change.
Skynyrd , baby! That’s what I’m talking about.
What happened to the Freebird I used to be? We had a pact that we’d never sell out. But one by one we got picked off by our own private Yoko’s like low-hanging fruit.
It’s not like it happened for me all at once. Lacy was all about the gang at first, but then she started to tug. It’s just for the weekend! But then it was just another. And another. The boys saw it for what it was and called me out. It came down to a choice.
But when Lacy got pregnant, there was only one choice.
Marriage, house, addition, mom-van, payments, painting, mowing, weeding, reaping what you fucking sowing, another kid, screaming, fighting, crying, and Lacy not even remotely the girl I met.
And my glorious Hog became a rusting derelict, banished to the recesses of the garage.
But if I were being honest, I was… empty …before Lacy. The guys had my back in a fight, but they didn’t keep me warm at night, or nurse me when I was sick.
And, sure, my kids can be righteous pains, but they’re…
… Just like me.
That’s not so bad.
No U-Turn, huh?
Just watch me.