Re: I am a leaf on the wind!
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:23 am
Day 250 : Tuesday January 13 2015 : Miles 19388
My Susi works as the Director of Children and Family Ministry for a church and every year there is a staff dinner. I am compelled to attend, and this years dinner was last Saturday. This was the first year that I have had a motorcycle, but I have talked about getting a motorcycle for the last few years as one of the men at the dinner each year is a rider. This year I got to actually talk about riding instead of just talking about dreaming about riding while my dear wife roles her eyes.
Why do I mention this?
Mrs. Hanson could not keep her trap shut and started bragging about my riding.
Susi: Ask him about his crazy long rides where he rides over a thousand miles in a day!
Susi: Ask him if he rode his bike to work this week! (It has been freezing all week).
Susi: The moron (Mr. Hanson) rides all the time in all weather. He is just wrong in the head!
.... and so on.
My wife was not happy about my desire to get a motorcycle and it took a lot of effort and a lot of time for us to arrive at an understanding, but it is becoming clear to me that Susi has accepted that my passion for riding is just part of life. I am grateful for this acceptance, however grudging and unstated, and I believe that she is even a bit proud that I am not just a perfect weather rider who gets out on the occasional sunny Sunday afternoon only to ride a few miles to the local Starbucks for an over priced cup of coffee. I will never forget those evenings not so long ago when I would lie next to her in our bed wearing my full faced Arai helmet while reading David Hough's Proficient Motorcycling in the hope that she would become more comfortable with that crazy idea in my head, the idea that I was going to ride a motorcycle. In some respects, I think this ongoing journey has been much harder for Susi than for myself and I am very grateful to be in the place we are now.
All this despite the ugly reality that our next door neighbours got killed in a motorcycle accident a few months after I first started riding.
I think Susi knows that I am deeply committed to riding as safely as I can, that I am not in the least bit a squid, and that my primary goal will always be to make it home to her and our children.
Safe Travels,
Richard
This is an introspective post, but at some point in the future I want to remember what I was experiencing at this time in my development as a motorcycle rider.
My Susi works as the Director of Children and Family Ministry for a church and every year there is a staff dinner. I am compelled to attend, and this years dinner was last Saturday. This was the first year that I have had a motorcycle, but I have talked about getting a motorcycle for the last few years as one of the men at the dinner each year is a rider. This year I got to actually talk about riding instead of just talking about dreaming about riding while my dear wife roles her eyes.
Why do I mention this?
Mrs. Hanson could not keep her trap shut and started bragging about my riding.
Susi: Ask him about his crazy long rides where he rides over a thousand miles in a day!
Susi: Ask him if he rode his bike to work this week! (It has been freezing all week).
Susi: The moron (Mr. Hanson) rides all the time in all weather. He is just wrong in the head!
.... and so on.
My wife was not happy about my desire to get a motorcycle and it took a lot of effort and a lot of time for us to arrive at an understanding, but it is becoming clear to me that Susi has accepted that my passion for riding is just part of life. I am grateful for this acceptance, however grudging and unstated, and I believe that she is even a bit proud that I am not just a perfect weather rider who gets out on the occasional sunny Sunday afternoon only to ride a few miles to the local Starbucks for an over priced cup of coffee. I will never forget those evenings not so long ago when I would lie next to her in our bed wearing my full faced Arai helmet while reading David Hough's Proficient Motorcycling in the hope that she would become more comfortable with that crazy idea in my head, the idea that I was going to ride a motorcycle. In some respects, I think this ongoing journey has been much harder for Susi than for myself and I am very grateful to be in the place we are now.
All this despite the ugly reality that our next door neighbours got killed in a motorcycle accident a few months after I first started riding.
I think Susi knows that I am deeply committed to riding as safely as I can, that I am not in the least bit a squid, and that my primary goal will always be to make it home to her and our children.
Safe Travels,
Richard
This is an introspective post, but at some point in the future I want to remember what I was experiencing at this time in my development as a motorcycle rider.