This past May, my husband and I took a local motorcycle course, so now we are licensed to drive motorcycles!
We were so busy flitting around having fun all summer, it wasn't until August that we went motorcycle shopping. My husband has been busily perusing motorcycle magazines and websites, so when we finally got to the dealership, it wasn't a hard choice: a Kawasaki Ninja 650.
Now I am a motorcycle widow. Weekends I am left alone while my husband roars across the Prairie.
Mid-life crisis? Perhaps, but the real truth is now, in our 40's, we're finally able to afford the extras out of our reach while raising children.
Why didn't I get a motorcycle too, you may ask? Well, I prefer to spend my money on expensive shoes and purses, NATCH! Do you know that this toy cost almost as much as a Birkin!!!?
Besides, I'm not really into riding around aimlessly. I'd rather read, or knit, or...shop. But I have taken it out on the road, and I admit that it's a huge amount of fun in small doses. And I like knowing how to ride, even though it's not the way I prefer to spend my free time.
Hell, I'll probably eventually get a bike. But for now, my husband has another love. And I'm not terribly jealous.