Do people really have meaningful lives if they don't own motorcycles?
Here I am getting ready for this NYC dance convention, other parents are all excited about "the trip" and I'm hoping it rains all weekend so I don't feel like I'm missing good riding weather...Now, don't get me wrong- I'm beyond proud of my daughter, and my eyes will well up when she's on stage and I will cheer for the girls till my throat hurts.
In regards to the daughter, in two years she'll be able to drive....she already plans to take the motorcycle safety course, and wants her dad to build her a Buell chopper. This excites me as much as her recent induction into National Junior Honor Society.
When I sit in groups of people, at dinner, etc. and I hear bikes coming along, someone could wave hundred dollar bills in my face and I'd miss it, cuz I'd be looking for the bikes to go by. Additionally, If I'm the one talking at the time, and others stop listening to watch for the bikes, I'm not offended in the least.
I take pictures of ratty old pan/shovel choppers and have them in my phone for no real good reason.
In my on again/off again attempts at dating, if a man doesn't ride....what's the point? (I ended a relationship with a non-riding man a couple of years ago when he asked me to sell my motorcycle. Hey, we're a package deal.)
When I travel, sans MC, I imagine coming back and riding the area.
This year, My Pretty Bonnie has a better Christmas list than I do. I am still embarrased that I didn't give her a stocking last year.
