Sadly, she glanced again at where the band had been. On her ring finger, there was only the lightened pigmentation of skin of where the ring once was. Never off her hand for 20 years. A gold band, with a small diamond at the center. Abe and Rowe had picked out their bands together, at the tender ages of 19, both of them still in the Army. Visiting their Army base's PX with its fine assortment of budget rings for humble low-ranking soldiers. Back in 1992, Rowe had wanted the finest bling their modest soldier paychecks could purchase...
But now, as Rowe thought about it, bling was not what she wanted. Many a times she had looked down at her wedding ring and the realization hit her, "That was me then, but not now. I actually don't even like gold or diamonds!" Was the loss of her ring subliminal for wanting a different ring??
Unsure as to how Abe would take the news, she cautiously approached him. "Papi, I uh...I can't find my wedding ring. It's just gone!!" Thankfully he was neither upset nor worried. "Ok, I'll make you a new one cutey!"
As fate would have it, just a few weeks prior, a friend gave Abe a whole bag of leather scraps. And not just any leather scraps, mind you, but the fringes off an old Harley motorcycle's side bags. What better way to coalesce Rowe's love for riding, with a symbol of their love for one another??
Thus, the Rowe Band was born. The love. The ride. No bling. Just the journey, Simple, but perfect.
As the wheels are spinning...
