It turns out every block should have a motorcyle repair shop. We have one just a few doors away, and you’d think it would be loud and crazy, right? But, no, the tall, intimidating owner is always around, keeping his customers quiet and the neighborhood safe. Equally counter-intuitive is that the owner is better than anyone on block upkeep. In summer he plants flowers around his store (and for anyone else who asks), in fall he cleans up the whole block with his leaf blower, in winter he’ll clear the snow.
As a mom, though, I have to say that no amount of planting flowers, cleaning leaves, and clearing snow could possibly change what really matters: Much as I like having the shop nearby, our girls are not riding motorcycles. (Honestly, they’ve heard me rant so much about the dangers they don’t even ask to try.) When they head toward Ohio this weekend, it’ll be in a car.