Lookin' for adventure
and whatever comes our way...
Yeah darlin' gonna make it happen - and that we did. In my garage, right now, is a 2006 Harley Davidson Softail Standard. Black with a seatback addition. Thank the Lord the weather was beautiful on Saturday and 'the man' got to ride...and ride...and ride. And Owen got to take a ride, smiling the whole way. And Owen got his first official Harley t-shirt. Kevin told him he wasn't allowed to be around him unless he was wearing it. HA! So this has made shopping for my husband terribly easy. All I have to do is stop at my nearest HD (hundred dollar) store, and pick him up something. It's a cult. It's kind of sick, and now we're totally sucked in.
Bikers on the whole are like this secret society. There are hand signals, rules of the road ... things you do and absolutely do not do. Apparently we have to learn it all. I probably offended a lot of bikers on Saturday by 'doing it wrong.' That's what I need...the pressure of high school all over again, of fitting in, of knowing the code. Aw geez...I was a band fag for crap's sake! What do I know about biker wear and signals and being a good biker bitch?! I know NOTHING! Is there a training course? We all know I bomb tests...I would never pass the class. How disappointing it would be to be the failed biker bitch at the gala. I won't know what to wear, I won't have the right bandana, or boots...but wait...does this mean I get to go shoe shopping? Okay, I could like this.
We're just cruising along with Kev-head's friend Randy and next thing you know, we're a pack. This group of 3 fell in behind us and there we were, all riding together and signalling together. I don't even know these people. What if they have some crazy street cred and now we're lumped in with them just by virtue of sharing the same stretch of highway? The pressure!
It was a good weekend overall...we got a lot of stuff planted, the yard mowed, played with the dogs...what did you do to enjoy the weather?
ETA: I totally took tons of gay pictures of my man and his bike, and my son on the bike and the man leaving the dealership on his bike like it was PROM or something. And then I totally left my camera in my purse. This is a problem you ask? Yes, because I left my purse at home. I am an idiot. UGH. There will be pictures tomorrow, I promise.
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anything that shows boobs and you are in
Well, I usually save my comments about bolg comments until the end of my rant, but not today. First and foremost, I agree with the pea, boobs are good.
Ok, I personally don't understand the obsession with HD's. Now, I will admit that I do not own one and I never will. I would kill myself because I would probably ride to fast and lose control. It's just something I have excepted in my almost 30 years. But could somebody please tell me why the MFers have to be so freakin' loud? I don't see the pleasure in that and if my car sounded like that (I wish it did right now because that would mean that it's functional.) I would get a ticket, if not arrested, for sure.
Rebecca, how could you not remember your hand signals? That's easy.
Is Kevin going to join an association, like the one HD has? If he does, he can get a discount on his MC Ins.
Finally, I think you should buy Kevin the t-shirt that has writing on the back that says, "If you can read this, the bitch fell off!"
The one thing I have heard over the vast many years I have been on this earth is, The HD is so loud (some peeps make them louder) so that people will hear you coming before they see you, and therefore there is less risk of being creamed...So I hear.
Jimmer - our HD is not loud. All HD's are not loud. Most HD's are not loud, actually...it's just the people that own them do things to them to amplify the sound. Don't ask me why, and my hubby will never do that because I'll kill him. He knows this...it's an understanding. His purrs...I'm totally comfortable with that.
As for the t-shirt...one stipulation of him buying a bike is that he will never...EVER...buy that t-shirt. It was, in fact, one of two conditions. The other of which being that he would buy a seatback for it, because I will, in fact, fall off without it.
How can I remember what I've never known...there's all these high signs and low signs and whatever. I'm not talking about signalling like you're going to stop on a bicycle...this is a whole different world.
What the hell, I almost forgot. No comment about that PAPER PLATE michael barret of the cubs (they no longer deserve capital letters)taking the cheapest of cheap shots on Saturday? At least the SOX got two out of three but minus a Uribe error they would have swept them...
here try this, it's pretty cute.
http://www.ridemyown.com/articles/safety/handsignals.shtml
Oh you're not kidding...PAPER PLATE! The problem is, I didn't SEE it...and believe it or not, I've only seen the replay once, so I'm not even sure what I'm commenting on.
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