Writer's Workshop: Motorcycles and Us

This weeks prompts are:
1.) It was a bad burn.
2.) Write a poem for your furry friend.
3.) Describe a memorable camping trip.
4.) It happened on a motorcycle.
5.) Post a vlog that shows you playing with your kids.

I choose #4.

For me the question ought to be..What didn't happen on a motorcycle? LOL! BUT instead of pinpointing something that happened on a motorcycle, I'm just going to talk about our motorcycle history.

Hubby and I only had a Honda Goldwing motorcycle for transportation for nearly a year. Every where we went was on a motorcycle. Hubby road it to work every day, through the rain, sleet, snow, icy roads and every bug invasion you can think off. We took it to do the laundry. Hubby had an large army bag that we stuffed to the top and he would drape it across the back seat. We even did the grocery shopping with it. Fortunately it had a trunk and two saddle bags, but it still limited us to shopping by the week.
Hubby loved that bike and wasn't scared to show off on it.


There were times when I didn't like not having any way to get anywhere. With hubby taking the only bike to work, I was stuck at home all day. The only time I left the house was on sunday to go do all of our chores for the week (funny how we have come full circle, only this time we only have one truck and I am down to doing our errands on sunday again). Soo hubby came across a great deal and got this other Honda, he was thinking it would be great for me to go to the store with or to a friends house. Only problem with that idea was that I am inept at learning to drive a motorcycle without hubby trying to pull his hair out. I really liked his hair, so it turned into his little show piece.

He loved this bike even more than his Goldwing and even had the nerve to bring it in the house. I protested but lost. I won, when he tried to kill us by starting it in the house and letting it idle. The house was little and the exhaust built up pretty quickly.

I did love to ride, there truly isn't any other thrill like it.

It also had it's drawbacks. First of all check out that hair. Going down the road, little wisps of his hair would come loose or even his braids all together would sting or slap me in the face.

There was the laying the bike over in the sand and me landing on my feet (very lucky).
Helmets clashing, cause I was trying to use his neck as a warming device.
Numb tush.
Aching back.
Sunburned/windblown cheeks and forehead, the long term effect..Leather face.
Hair in a constant state of tangles.
AND THEN...
Losing control and wiping out; breaking his collarbone, getting road rash, busting the windshield, tearing off a saddle bag, having skin missing from his arm and a long recovery.
Turns the happy biker into an unhappy camper.

BUT before that happened...
There were plenty of great trips and bike runs. Meeting up with other bikers and hitting the road was awesome. The freedom of it all is very addicting.
We toured the hill country, went to Canyon Lake. Hung out with some of the greatest people and some we wish we could forget. We went on a bike run to Luckenbach Texas and camped out for the weekend. We also went to the Dinosaur Tracks for the day.

Plus many many more great places and with great friends. Friends we still have today, even though we have all scattered to the winds.
I must say this little post has made me very nostalgic and makes me miss all the crazy adventure we had. We were quite wild back in the day!

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