Biker Babes

The idea of riding a Motorcycle is not a fun one for me, but luckily (can you sense the sarcasm) I married a motorcycle enthusiast.

When we first started dating DT had a Crotch Rocket similar to this aptly named because you crouch low down and its fast like a rocket.  I rode once and only once. On the back of the super tiny seat. DT promised he wouldn’t go fast, but instead he went 0-60 so fast I just knew I was going to fall off.  I was so mad at him, and even more so when he said “were just going  around the block” so I left my long hair down and around the block turned into 15 minutes, when I got off my hair was so knotted it took me 2 hours to brush out.  Needless to say I never rode with him again.  And before we got married he sold the bike, with no persuasion from me. ha ha!!

Well recently DT’s good friend Minute Man (MM) came down to visit from Mississippi and he rode his Harley, of course DT was drooling, he was in heaven, he wants one so bad. MM was down for one night and the boys took to him, he even rocked Little H to sleep it was so cute!

Here’s Little H and MM, can you tell who took the pictures?  DT is notorious for cutting people’s head’s off in pictures

Little W and I were inside so he didn’t get a pic.

So of course DT rode and somehow talked me into riding again, but this bike is so much better, it has a comfy seat for me, and no need to go fast.

I also learned my lesson, to pull my hair back and wear a helmet.  We rode for about 15 minutes and I did enjoy it, but at every curve I kept thinking what if we fell off…..