Lost My Monkey

The Minnesota 1000 motorcycle rally is this weekend. Stephanie (my 13 year old) and I were going to run the rally together in the sidecar.

Last night I started to talk to her about what she should bring along on the ride when she said “Wait, the rally is this weekend?”

She had gotten a birthday party sleep-over invitation from one of her best friends. The sleep-over is, of course, this Friday.

She was crushed. She really wants to ride in the rally, but she really wants to go to her friend’s party.

I figured I had two choices:

  1. I could be a hard ass and make Stef honor her previous commitment to me and make her come along. This will make the MN1K most unpleasant for both of us.
  2. I could be a nice guy and let her go to the sleep-over. Since we are going on vacation for four weeks starting on the 25th this will probably be the last sleep-over until Aug.

We talked about the possibility of me picking her up after the sleep-over, but the rally starts at 7:00 in the morning and there is no way she would be ready – or rested enough.

Stef did write me a nice note about how conflicted she was about this. She’s not totally happy with either choice. Besides (and this was in her note) there will be sushi at the sleep-over. It’s hard to compete with sushi. 🙂

I totally understand her wanting to sleep-over at a friends house instead of riding with me, but we were both looking forward to riding in the MN1K together. The look on her face when she realized that the rally was this weekend and not the next was so sad.

So it looks like I will be riding the rally by myself. Unless I can talk someone else into being my monkey.