That’s how likely it was that I would have imagined myself as a motorcycle rider. A happy and willing one who owns her own bike!
But here is the proof:
That’s me in front in my red mesh riding jacket and my brother Kevin behind me on his BMW bike. I guess it’s the first time in a long time I’ve seen a photo of myself on B2 in motion and it really struck me like a rubber mallet to the head: holy canoli, this is not something I ever predicted I would love to do!
And I do so love it. B2 is a 750 Honda Shadow, a big enough bike to ride anywhere comfortably, for any length of time. I am not shy about saying that I love her!
This weekend we will likely ride our bikes to Thanksgiving dinner. It’s probably going to be the last really nice weekend of the year. Then again, you can never be sure. There was a good riding day in November of last year, I recall. You just have to take it as it comes and that’s exactly what the best part of being a rider is all about.
Addictions are often very difficult to over come, and some, its only through careful management that your able to cope. Be safe and careful indulging in your addiction!
My Dad had a Honda Shadow 750 years ago, and loved it when he lived out in the country. 🙂
Oh c’mon! Honda’s only been around for like 60 years!