Love The Bike!
At last, the wait
is over! Father and daughter took a chilly motorcycle ride on hubby's Triumph
900 yesterday, 40 minutes after he landed from Saskatchewan. Two weeks ago the
weather was beautiful, warm and perfect for riding. While hubby was away at work
I drove our truck, which totally is my pet and caught myself waving at the
riders on the motorbikes that passed me on the road as if I was on a bike
myself and immediately wishing hubby were home, only because he’s got the
biker’s license : ) Who would have thought a bike could do this to a girl, for that matter, an
over the hill gal like me?
I never thought
after 40 years my love and passion for motorcycles would still be with me but
taking that first ride on the bike when hubby took me to Merrickville was
beyond exhilarating. The pastoral countryside in Plein air was breathtaking,
literally. The scents of burning wood and freshly cut grass were extensions to
the visual experience only to evoke more of my undying love for the open fields
of the countryside.
Once you take that
first motorcycle ride there is no going back, thou maybe back in time to when
you were twenty-something for there is definitely something magical about
riding a motorcycle. It makes you forget time, space, unhappy thoughts; your
mind becomes an interior pastoral, sylvan landscape and what therapy that is!
And one step beyond it would be riding with the warm wind in your hair.
Thinking back, I
was brought up on motorcycles and Vespa’s back in Italy when I was a mere
five-year-old child. My uncles Mario and Titti would offer me rides on their
bikes in exchange for cigarettes I would have to loot from my sleeping mother
who worked the night shift at the hospital.
And then I met my
husband 14 years later all because I asked for a motorcycle ride on his
Kawasaki 400.
So I suppose it
really shouldn’t have been such surprise to me how much I adore riding!
I'm next Stan!
Playing Hangman ......
