Biker Chick

Hi, I'm back. I think my most favorite thing to do besides going to church is riding my motorcycle. You see, it's my midlife crisis. Along with getting my belly button pierced. I guess you could say I'm in my second childhood. I am a very young 50 years old and love to be around young people. When I get on my motorcycle and ride I feel right at home. I must admit, I'm pretty good to have only dropped it once and that was because someone was watching me make a turn and made me nervous. Now that it is turning colder, I'll still ride it. I'll just dress warmer. And when it turns really cold, well, I've got a warm suit and electric gloves. So I don't get cold unless I forget to turn the gloves on (not that that has ever happened. No not me). I mostly ride my bike to school and work. I have never ridden in a big ride or gone to bike week. When I got my first bike, I didn't have a license to drive it, so I asked my husband to drive it home for me. He wrecked it twice and it never got home. It had to go back to the shop. Needless to say, he was in the hospital shortly after that, and not from injuries sustained in the wreck. Seriously, he had already planned this hospital stay. I didn't do anything to him (or did I?). I recently bought him a motorcycle because he wants to ride so bad. His is a Kawasaki 600 Eliminator. He looks like an elephant on an ant. You see, he is kinda HUGE. My bike is a sweet Honda Shadow Spirit 750. It's purple and has ghost flames on it. I love it. I still miss my red Shadow 600. My 750 has a windshield, sissy bar, and hard saddle bags on it. I decided I needed saddle bags when I lost my books and homework off the back of my first bike as I was going to school. Just flew right off. A man stopped and I thought he was going to ask me if I needed help but all he did was fuss about me being pulled over on the side of the interstate. I felt like telling him when he learns to speak English, he could suggest what I should do. The nerve of him! Some guy you can barely understand trying to tell you how to drive in America! I just told him to go on about his business and I would tend to mine. I got my book back (after almost getting run over on the interstate in rush hour). But alas, my paperwork was gone. I had a very understanding teacher who let me redo it as long as it was in by the end of the day. That took some work! So now I haul all my stuff in my saddle bags and they aren't going anywhere. Hence, another boring story by a boring person. Have a good day!