The other day, I was in a meeting, sharing a technical solution with a department head and his team. We presented something that worked, that really met their needs. When they asked for a few extra features, we delivered, and it made them smile. I said something like, “That’s white glove service,” nodding to the way we treat both customers and coworkers alike.

And it struck me, that felt good. Right. Solid. Like I was part of something meaningful.

The company I work for is a legacy business, built over decades. It started small and became something massive, known around the world for its scale, its quality, and its service. It now employs over 600 people and continues to grow. There’s real heart behind that. Real history.

I admire that kind of vision. The drive it takes to build something that lasts. To pass it on. To keep it thriving. Being part of that should feel like a gift, and it often does.

But then there’s this other part of me. The one who wakes up early to ride, to move, to create moments of flow. The one who dreams, not just of the next ride, but of building something that invites others into that experience too. A space. A center. A ride-based lifestyle that integrates wellness, nature, and personal connection.

That voice in me keeps asking: Is this the dream I’m meant to support? Or is it just the example I’m meant to learn from?

Recently, my son interviewed for a role here. It could be a great opportunity-stable, respectable, the kind of job that can really open doors. And I’m proud. Truly. But I also wonder… what if he could help build our legacy? What if the dream I’ve been chasing, slowly, quietly – could one day become a place where he finds purpose too?

That thought, that image, melts my brain… in a good way 🙂

I don’t ride to escape. I ride to remember.
I remember who I am.
What lights me up.
What I want to pass down.

I’m learning to see this legacy company as a spark. A reminder of what’s possible when vision meets commitment.

“Can I take what I am learning here – and ride it into something new?”

Because movement isn’t just a hobby.
It’s a way of life.
And maybe… just maybe… it’s the blueprint for what comes next.