I'll do that again!
I was recently asked by my gentleman caller if I would like to go for a ride with him on his motorcycle. The first thing that popped into my mind was "heck no!" I'm a big chicken. I didn't used to be. I used to be daring, courageous, and not afraid of anything. (since the parents read this, I won't catalogue all the past sins but here are a few) I swam in the Ocoee River in March weather (it was freezing!), ran outside scantily clad in the snow (make of that what you will), and (in the distant past) had my bellybutton pierced . . . blah blah blah. (college was great)
Something about having a child makes you suddenly fear anything remotely exciting. I wasn't sure I was ready for this, but my mom said "go ahead. i think you'll like it" which is the same thing she said about peas and broccoli both of which I hate.
I was nervous. I approached the bike, slightly queasy and wondering if there was any way to gracefully back out of it, but then I reminded myself. "girl, you have a child. you've had major surgery. this'll be nothing in comparison."
My luck is that there's actually no back passenger seat so I'm sitting on a fender. That wasn't exactly super-comfortable, but I managed. The bumps hurt my tushee & it was hard to get comfortable. I kept thinking I was going to slide off the back of the bike when going uphill. Basically, I just didn't know. I was glad I couldn't see the road and didn't know when the curves were coming up. I couldn't imagine riding on the interstate. (like I said . . . chicken)
After a while though, I really started to enjoy it. We stopped for a while, for a break & to stretch out my aching little legs & my feet were numb, I couldn't feel my face, & my butt really hurt, but I have to admit I loved it. I would totally do it all over again. But I think I need to wait a few more days because I'm a little "saddle sore" & I'm really glad I have a padded office chair.
Maybe I'll knit myself a little cushion to sit on. I'll have to finish my current project first though. (it's my new mantra: "finish what you started")
3 Comments:
On what date did you climb on to this guys bike. Never ride on a guys bike before the 3rd date. It is just trashy.
I think it would be considered the 1st date even though we've been to lunch together 4 or 5 times and seen a movie together. You can't call it a date if no one "calls" it a date.
I guess I am trashy, which means I'm even more perfect for the back of a bike!
"Finish what you started" I keep saying I should give that a try... *as she looks at her 5 sets of size 6 needles wondering why she hasn't finished this vintage knit...*
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