Time With The Guys

It was evident early on that I was a tomboy. My mom used to worry that maybe I was a lesbian on top of that, but I would assure her that I was straight, and I was, for the most part. I used to love working with my father on his car, making sure everything worked well, helping him change the oil. Both my brother and I would help him and he instilled in us a love for cars and motorcycles, a love that drove both of us to the edge, and only one of us came back. And though sometimes I wish we never would have hung out in the garage with him, there are others where I wouldn't trade those moments for anything.