Red and the Wolf
My boots kick up tiny dust plumes on the gravel drive as I dismount my Honda CB500X and pull it up onto its stand beside the barn at my grandparents" farm. I like my 500X. It"s not as much fun as my 450R motocross racer in the barn, but it"s nimble and it"s street legal so I can ride it other places besides just the dirt track on race days.
And like my 450R, the 500X also comes in my favorite color.
“Hello Red,” Grandma signs as she exits the house and walks toward me. I smile as I unzip my red and white mesh racing jacket.
“Hello Grandmother,” I sign in return. “What big eyes you have.”
Grandma throws her head back in a silent laugh and signs, “All the better to see you with, my dear.”
Our little greeting ritual has been going on this way since as long as I can reme
