"Hey MAN"...
Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 2:02 am
Hello girlie friends!
I try to not show my feminist side too much - tends to scare off a lot of people. But once in awhile I get so ticked off. On Saturday, my son's soccer team was playing their final game of the season (with a chance to take in 1st place!), and I really wanted to be there. It also happened to be the only time during the weekend that would be a good time for me to get out on my bike (and I haven't been getting in as much ride time lately as I'd like to). Even though it's a waste of gas to take the car for "Scan" and the kids and then have me ride on the bike, I decided to take advantage of the time frame and ride my bike to his game. It was about 30 minutes to the field, and it was a nice ride along mostly scenic, country roads.
Anyway... once I arrive at the soccer field, I park the bike (on the street right next to where all the parents are sitting), and "Scan" has a chair and my cup of coffee waiting for me (Yay!). I get settled in, and then a bit later, during half-time I think, one of the parents from our team turns to "Scan" and asks... "hey man, who makes your bike?". If I can predict anything, it's that most men want to talk to other men about things like motorcycling. This guy saw me pull up on the bike, I've got my riding gear, I'm talking to "Scan" about my ride in, yet he wants to know from my husband who makes his bike.
So "Scan" doesn't say one word - he just looks at me (with a cute smirk on his face), and then I announce to the guy, "it's a Kawasaki". I felt like saying much more (like... it's a Kawasaki, and it's my bike), but I didn't feel like wasting my breath. I mean... never mind the fact that I was the one to get my husband interested in motorcycling, and never mind that I was the first of the two of us to take a long weekend trip on my bike and the first to ride in a torrential rainstorm on my bike, oh - and the first one to do an oil change on my bike. No - never mind all that, but my God - this guy saw me ride up on my bike... why is it so hard for him to ask me about my bike?!
OK - rant over...
Cheers,
Loonette
I try to not show my feminist side too much - tends to scare off a lot of people. But once in awhile I get so ticked off. On Saturday, my son's soccer team was playing their final game of the season (with a chance to take in 1st place!), and I really wanted to be there. It also happened to be the only time during the weekend that would be a good time for me to get out on my bike (and I haven't been getting in as much ride time lately as I'd like to). Even though it's a waste of gas to take the car for "Scan" and the kids and then have me ride on the bike, I decided to take advantage of the time frame and ride my bike to his game. It was about 30 minutes to the field, and it was a nice ride along mostly scenic, country roads.
Anyway... once I arrive at the soccer field, I park the bike (on the street right next to where all the parents are sitting), and "Scan" has a chair and my cup of coffee waiting for me (Yay!). I get settled in, and then a bit later, during half-time I think, one of the parents from our team turns to "Scan" and asks... "hey man, who makes your bike?". If I can predict anything, it's that most men want to talk to other men about things like motorcycling. This guy saw me pull up on the bike, I've got my riding gear, I'm talking to "Scan" about my ride in, yet he wants to know from my husband who makes his bike.
So "Scan" doesn't say one word - he just looks at me (with a cute smirk on his face), and then I announce to the guy, "it's a Kawasaki". I felt like saying much more (like... it's a Kawasaki, and it's my bike), but I didn't feel like wasting my breath. I mean... never mind the fact that I was the one to get my husband interested in motorcycling, and never mind that I was the first of the two of us to take a long weekend trip on my bike and the first to ride in a torrential rainstorm on my bike, oh - and the first one to do an oil change on my bike. No - never mind all that, but my God - this guy saw me ride up on my bike... why is it so hard for him to ask me about my bike?!
OK - rant over...
Cheers,
Loonette