I should have seen it coming, when my husband asked oh so innocently, “Instead of our usual Friday night date, could we go look at motorcycles?” Huh? Motorcycles? Why hadn’t I thought of that?
24 hours later we were the proud owners of a 1997 Honda Shadow Spirit with 1,100 cc’s. I was sorry I asked about that last part. I really didn’t want to know 1,100 cc’s meant it had a lot of power and could go fast.
Saturday evening we had our first motorcycle discussion when he thought my car should now reside outside the garage to make room for the motorcycle in the garage. Huh? Boy was he wrong.
5:15 Sunday morning…and my husband was getting up.
“John, are you OK?
“I’m too excited to sleep. I’m going for a ride.”
And so, good little wife that I am, I got up to see him off. Right? Wrong. He had told me what he was going to do and I wanted to watch...and possibly laugh.
We had ordered helmets, but they hadn’t come in yet. So he was going to have to use a helmet that was over 20 years old. The inside was all torn up and little black flakes were coming off. To keep the black stuff from getting all over his balding head, he placed a washcloth on his head before he put the helmet on. You gotta love him.
The helmets still hadn’t arrived by Wednesday and he just couldn’t wait any longer. He wheeled the motorcycle out of the garage; we climbed on and sat in the driveway in front of God and all the neighbors, while he gave me instructions.
“Just be one with the bike.” He held up his hand and pointed to the palm. “This is the bike”. As he pointed to his thumb, he said “This is you. The bike leans this way,” he said as he leaned his palm over, “you lean with it. It leans the other way, you lean the other way.”
Then he decided we needed some signals to communicate on the road. He held school right there in the driveway.
He stood behind me and patted me on my sides. “This means OK or yes”. Pushing with his hands from side to side on my waist he explained that would tell him I planned to adjust my position. He ran his hands up my sides, explaining that would mean “I don’t know what you said”. As he rubbed his hand back and forth on my back he told me that would mean “no”. Rubbing up and down on my back I was instructed that would mean “Stop the next chance you get”. Poking one finger in my back he indicated that would mean “Stop now!”
The helmets arrived on Thursday, so we discussed taking a short trip. A four-hour ride to northern Idaho was not my idea of a short trip. But that weekend we headed out. Right away I noticed he was giving me a signal we hadn’t talked about. He was holding his left hand out and pointing to the side. Huh? A few miles later he did it again. What was he trying to tell me? Was he pointing to road kill? Then I noticed that he only did it when we were meeting a motorcycle going the other way. It was a motorcycle wave.
Since I had been straddling the bike for over two hours, I decided it would be really nice if I could just put my legs together. I rubbed up and down on his back. He got to a stopping place, took off his helmet, looked at me and said, “I don’t know what that signal meant”. Huh? They were his signals.
After a break, we headed on north. An hour later, he pulled into the driveway of some friends, turned the bike off, put down the kick stand and suddenly his foot was headed my way. He was getting off! I said what any typical female would say. YIKE!
He turned and stared at me. His eyes said, “Who are you and what are you doing on my bike?” He had forgotten I was back there.
I held up my hand, pointed to my thumb and said, “I was just being one with the bike”.
I’m sure we will have many more experiences with this new purchase. How about black leathers with fringe...and possibly a tattoo or two? Huh?
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