Hello all.
Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 3:44 am
Glad to be a part of the community!
The missus decided last spring she wanted to cross "ride a motorcycle" off her life list, so she signed us up for the MSF course at the local community college. I thought fine, it'll be great to get back on a bike for a couple of days, but I had no illusions about riding again.
I rode a little bit in college, courtesy of a roommate who broke his shifting leg on his 100cc Suzuki. Lot of fun cruising the backroads of southern Illinois, even on that tiny bike. I still had an L license, although I hadn't ridden in 25 years. I had vivid motorcycle dreams occasionally that would leave me in a funk for days. But hey, I had a kid, a mortgage and a wife dead-set against two-wheelers. Wasn't going to happen, right?
Well, on the second day of the course, she cruised up to me on that Honda Rebel and said, "If you want a motorcycle, we'll have to get two, 'coz I want one of my own."
She's a wonder, and a mystery to me.
So I said something like, "Well, if you reeaaaally want to …"
Two weeks later, we were the proud owners of a brand-new Suzuki S40 (hers) and an S50 (his), with matching red paint jobs and helmets. We rationalized it thus:
1. We were both due for a midlife crisis.
2. This was something we could do together.
3. We'd save on gas.
We've been cruising the back roads of northern Illinois for about a month now, dreading the approaching winter and trying to figure out where we're going to store these motorcycles when the snow flies. We hadn't really thought that part through.
Last Sunday was a glorious fall day. We were out in the country on a smooth road between fields of soybeans and corn. Not a car in sight. I glance at the rear-view, and there's my wife, giving me the thumbs-up.
Life throws all kinds of curve balls, I thought. We hit this one out of the park. [/img]
The missus decided last spring she wanted to cross "ride a motorcycle" off her life list, so she signed us up for the MSF course at the local community college. I thought fine, it'll be great to get back on a bike for a couple of days, but I had no illusions about riding again.
I rode a little bit in college, courtesy of a roommate who broke his shifting leg on his 100cc Suzuki. Lot of fun cruising the backroads of southern Illinois, even on that tiny bike. I still had an L license, although I hadn't ridden in 25 years. I had vivid motorcycle dreams occasionally that would leave me in a funk for days. But hey, I had a kid, a mortgage and a wife dead-set against two-wheelers. Wasn't going to happen, right?
Well, on the second day of the course, she cruised up to me on that Honda Rebel and said, "If you want a motorcycle, we'll have to get two, 'coz I want one of my own."
She's a wonder, and a mystery to me.
So I said something like, "Well, if you reeaaaally want to …"
Two weeks later, we were the proud owners of a brand-new Suzuki S40 (hers) and an S50 (his), with matching red paint jobs and helmets. We rationalized it thus:
1. We were both due for a midlife crisis.
2. This was something we could do together.
3. We'd save on gas.
We've been cruising the back roads of northern Illinois for about a month now, dreading the approaching winter and trying to figure out where we're going to store these motorcycles when the snow flies. We hadn't really thought that part through.
Last Sunday was a glorious fall day. We were out in the country on a smooth road between fields of soybeans and corn. Not a car in sight. I glance at the rear-view, and there's my wife, giving me the thumbs-up.
Life throws all kinds of curve balls, I thought. We hit this one out of the park. [/img]
the community!!
Thanks for sharing it. I can only imagine how big both your smiles are out there riding, next you'll start singing in your helmet and naming your ride! (both which many many of us do). haha
