WyzWmn's World©

I ride when I can I 1974 VW trike it’s very old school. Over the years she’s taken on the personality of her own including her nickname The Pickle. She’s as well known in the motorcycling community as I am.

Last winter an acquaintance offered to purchase her from me as a project for the winter. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being anything but The Pickle and the amount of money he offered me was laughable considering the memories she and I share.

The orthopaedic surgeon says I’ll likely not need my shoulder replaced but also that I may not have full range of motion once I’m healed. The Pickle contains a regular Volkswagen bug transmission turned on its left side which means I shift with my left arm in a regular H pattern one at the bottom two above and four across from two.

I don’t know if I’ll still be able to shift?

In a perfect world I have proper storage for her and I’d be able to buy the trike of my dreams something contains great shocks…. something more than a springer front end…. something that doesn’t need Fiberglass work and to be rewired…or paint…with a lovely Barca lounger type seat…that doesn’t need a speedo for that matter…and of course tires.

But I apparently don’t live in the perfect world…and I currently don’t have the money to repair her….so here she sits,..under canvas in my yard.

Should I sell her? Likely
Will I?
Remains to be seen

I just watch Selma

It huts my heart
to know that
this actually happened
in my lifetime

I was 10 in 1965
living in a small town
in Ontario Canada

As a white child
I knew nothing
of Selma Alabama

I remember
my parents horror
at the news
of events
as they transpired

but a white child
In a liberal community
in the great whit north
I had no real understanding

I still barely
understand.

This I do know…
If we are not vigilant,
If we just spend our lives
with our eyes closed…
relying on those in charge
to make the right decisions
and do what’s right
for mankind…

…we will lose
we will lose to apathy
we will lose to those
willing to step up
and take charge
with ignorance
and force
with violence
and hate
and fear

..hate and violence
are learned responses

gut responses to fear
fear of change
fear of loss
fear of differences

fear and violence
taught at the knees
of people suffering
from fear

Can we not learn
from our past?

There’s a great deal
of dissent
about some of the
representations
in the movie Selma

Instead of bitching
about the right and wrong
of representations

Can we not learn from
what we know happened?
what we have seen
live footage of?

Or are we already
living in fear?