At a gas station in Clay, West Virginia, a woman approached our motorcycle group offering $20 for a parking lot ride. It was on her bucket list—to send her son a photo of herself on a motorcycle.
Then she mentioned she was blind and needed help walking to the bikes. I refused her money but gave her the ride anyway.
She latched onto my arm, climbed on excitedly, and shouted “Woohoo!” as we circled the lot. Her huge smile afterward made both our days—hers and mine.
At a gas station in Clay, West Virginia, a woman approached our motorcycle group. She offered $20 for a short ride around the parking lot.
It was on her bucket list—to send her son a photo of herself on a motorcycle.
Then she told us she was blind.
She needed help walking to the bikes.
I refused her money. But I gave her the ride.
She held onto my arm, climbed on with excitement, and as we circled the lot, she shouted “Woohoo!”
Her smile afterward was huge.
And in that moment, it wasn’t just her bucket list that got fulfilled.
It was a reminder—for all of us—that joy doesn’t need sight.
It just needs someone willing to say yes.
