Mr. Husband & I, wild and free!
In 2003 Mr. Husband fulfilled one of his dreams, owning a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. He wanted me experience the thrill of the ride with him.
Terrified that I would slide off like melting ice cream, I didn't want to ride. Quickly, I came to a realization. He was going to ride it with, or without me. I refused to be 'the wife left behind!' I strapped on my helmet, climbed on behind him, holding on really tight... and prayed!
Seriously, my very first ride, I was praying the whole time.
After a few rides, and not sliding off when he turned the corner, I was good. Correction, I was better than good. I.Was.Hooked! Just call me motorcycle mama. There is no freedom like being on the back of a motorcycle, with the open rode in front of you, and the wind in your face. I've never experienced anything else like it.
In the past few years we've rode less, and less. In fact last year we didn't ride AT ALL. Oh, I asked about riding. Mr. Husband always had an excuse. I've worked all day, and I'm tired. It's too hot... It's too cold. Then it was, I need to get the oil changed, and finally... the battery was dead. And before we knew it more than a year had past, and I hadn't even put my but on the seat.
Why didn't I ride it myself?
That bike is waaaay to big for me! If it were smaller, I would ride off and leave him! Yes, I know how to ride a motorcycle. My brother taught me on a smaller bike he had.to show Mr. Husband I was serious about getting a bike of my own, I got a permit. Why I didn't get a bike is another post!
Recently, Mr. Husband FINALLY bought a new battery! And he took me for a spin.
"Burn rubber, not your soul." - Biker Boys