- to track online our current location, see instructions on the Ride the Nation Route plan page
- also, follow us on Twitter, search “ridethenation”
- check out our Monday blog on www.bmxmania.com for exclusive details you won’t find here. (Fyi, sometimes our Monday blog doesn’t appear until Wednesday … so check back often)
Thursday was such a lovely day. Frankenbutt and I slept in 'til 9 am after a late night out with the Editor and her friend, Lee. We eventually made it to the kitchen and enjoyed breakfast with my mom as she told stories from her childhood. I hadn't heard the story of how her childhood home burned to the ground during the Great Depression in some time. She recalled how her family moved into the local school house until they were able to find a new place to live; how she and her sisters enjoyed playing "school" in the real classroom. I'm sure it was a traumatic time for her family but it was nice to hear that she and her siblings found a way to thrive and enjoy life in the face of such tragedy.
After posting my blog, my mom and I ran some local errands together and I really enjoyed some just "mom 'n me" time. When we returned, it was time for lunch. The Beast had spent the night at her friend, Brit's, so we had a casual lunch of sandwiches in the living room. Frankenbutt and I were completely entertained by my mom's stories; there's no one who tells a story like she does.
Before long, it was time to pick up the Beast. When we arrived at "Pen-tertainment's" house (my Wikipedia nickname for the famously entertaining BMX Mom, Penny), the Beast was still swimming with Brit's little firecracker sister, Sydney. She did her final round of pool fun, dried off and gathered her stuff while Pentertainment and we discussed our upcoming trip to the New Paltz, NY Empire National race. Soon, Pen's mom was telling us about a crazy campground stay they had in Virginia back when she used to drive a much younger Penny to BMX races. It was nice to see 3 generations of BMX still involved in the sport: Penny's parents came to the Pottstown race to watch little Sydney do her thing on the track.
We headed back towards Vineland where we stopped at Walmart to pick up some last minute "get back on the road" necessities (shavers, deodorant, etc) before heading to dinner at one of our most loyal supporters. I was so excited when we received a dinner invitation from Hara, one of Frankenbutt's childhood friends. She found out about our ride through his Facebook page and began following our blog. I've enjoyed all of her comments and words of support and could not wait to meet her and her family.
As we pulled in the driveway, I felt so relaxed. Two big, beautiful dogs greeted us as we got out of our ever louder sounding Vdub. And then the most beautiful little boy bounded toward us with bright eyes and a head full of "I gotta touch 'em" curls. Hara introduced us to her son, River, and husband, Dustin and gave us a tour of her home. When we walked into the living room, one of the most surreal moments of my life happened. There in her living room was a sectional sofa with the exact style chaise lounge on the end that I spent months looking for and bought after testing them out at endless furniture stores back when we bought our house in Pittsgrove. As we looked across the room, there was also an almost identical match to Frankenbutt's Stickley style chair that he, too, searched high and low for before buying. I guess it's true that "great minds think alike", right, Hara? (Or at least our butts like the same thing!)
After a breeze filled day, the evening air was just perfect for a dinner outside. Hara's husband, Dustin, had prepared Chicken and Beef Kabobs, Corn on the Cob, home made corn bread and paired it with a good selection of cold beer for us and soda for the Beast. It smelled and tasted soooooo good. I really enjoyed the sweet red peppers and pineapple skewered with the char grilled chicken! Mmmmm. I found out Hara and I have something else in common: neither of us cook. And we are both smart enough to marry men who can!
We sat around the table for hours talking about all the life events that have woven our lives into patchwork quilts of both painful and joyous moments. It was so easy to talk with Hara and I found myself sharing my disappointment that our son, Captain Oblivious, has not returned our calls or emails in months; that he knows we are local but has chosen not to see us. Seeing he was ok was the one thing I most hoped for and most worried about. With only one day left in town, it looks like I'll have to wait until my son is ready to talk. I have time and I'm learning to be patient.
We also exchanged funny stories of our Moms and found ourselves belly laughing over things they've said and done. I wonder now what our kids will be telling their friends about us as we get older.