For the past few days, I’ve been slacking on the blog and social media (not to mention work) because of the arrival of this early Christmas present to myself:
My husband got a motorcycle a couple of months ago, and I can’t bear to let him go through a mid-life crisis alone, so I got one too. When I first met my husband, he drove a motorcycle, which was the sole misgiving my mom had about him. But then we took a 20-year break from motorcycling to nurture the next generation of Crackers.
Since I hadn’t ridden a proper motorcycle in years, I took a class a few weeks ago, then found a deal on this Suzuki Boulevard S40, an entry-level cruiser with a single cylinder 650cc engine. I like it a lot so far. It’s got a low center of gravity and is quick and nimble.
I’m still learning its quirks and regaining my motorcycling chops, which were never all that great to begin with, to be honest. So I’ve just been riding around our little town and out in the country among the strawberry fields, avoiding the highways because 1) I’m a chickenshit (according to my husband), or 2) I have a well-developed sense of self-preservation (according to me).
So far, I’ve had the opportunity to test my reflexes when two people backed cars out of their driveways right in front of me. Yesterday, a Jack Russell Terrier who bore a striking resemblance to Cole’s Miss Rosie (only not quite as spherical as she) chased me for a while. I let her almost catch me and then gunned it. Haha, dog! She retreated to her yard.
Anyhoo, that’s what I’ve been up to lately. I know it’s dangerous, I’m stupid to ride a donorcycle, etc. Whatever, man.
Open thread!