My Motorcycle Man

This is my hubby astride one of his prized possessions. For those of you who are into motorcycles it is a 1981 Honda Goldwing 1100. He bought it new in 1981 and we used to ride on weekends with a group of friends. We would go to Pella, Iowa to the Tulip Festival and out to Colorado to the Garden of the Gods. One summer we toured on it for 19 days. We left Kansas City, went through the Dakotas, Montana to visit my family, then in to Seattle to see my mother, down the coast of Cal. on Highway 101. While we were on 101 we had a forest fire creeping right up to the highway. We didn't know it was in back and in front of us. By the time we arrived in Cambria, CA where my hubby's Mom lived they had closed the road both in back and in front of us. In retrospective I am sure we should have not been riding.

Life changed like all lives do and we weren't riding much. So he put the bike in a warehouse to keep it protected and safe. Time flies and it remained in storage for 12 years. Last October he brought it home and spent the winter completely rebuilding his bike.

He now rides it every day when the weather permits. He says before we are too old he wants to take another tour. I wasn't sure I would be able to do it since I hurt my hip. But on Saturday I decided to give it a try. Fortunately, with little effort, I was able to swing my leg over the seat. We rode to Lawrence, Ks., had lunch at a small Mexican restaurant, and returned home.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the 80's with just a light breeze. I do love to ride. To me it the closest you can come to riding a horse. You can see everything, smell the sweet fragrance of golden rod and other flowers (and some not so pleasant odors),and feel the sun on your back and shoulders. I think hubby is right. We do need to make one last trip to somewhere.