Monday, October 13, 2008

Vroom Vroom

I envisioned myself as a motorcycle goddess - sexily slithering off the bike, pulling the helmet off my head and shaking out my perfectly fluffy blonde hair... But I caught a glimpse of myself while wearing the helmet: my librarian glasses and slightly round face looking back at me from underneath a helmet twice as big as a bowling ball didn't quite match the sexy goddess image.

Regardless, I had a freaking blast.

Last week, I graciously offered to help BB take his motorcycle back and forth to the repair shop.  Considering that said repair shop is two hours from my house, this was a pretty big favor for someone I am "not-dating."  It was a pain in the ass, but I drove his car (automatic, with a nicer stereo system than mine), it was gorgeous out, and the drive is actually kinda fun.  He's been talking about getting his bike fixed for the ten months I've known him, so I was glad to finally be able to help.  Plus, him having his bike back means that we have lots of new excuses to see each other and "not-date."

Yesterday, after spending no less than 6 hours shuttling back and forth last week, I actually got to ride the damn thing.  I was excited, and terrified.  Last time I rode on the back of a motorcycle was 1992.  I think I've lost some balance and flexibility since then.  And I have certainly gained an appreciation for injury and death (see black eye saga).  Luckily for me, his bike is of the old-man type, not quite one of those Winnebago-like motorcycles, but pretty damn close.  It has a stereo and a cigarette lighter, if that gives you any indication of the danger I was in (none).  

I planned our route (kinda) because I know the local roads way better than he does (and, being a guy, has no sense of direction but refuses to ever look at a map unless its on his iPhone).  Amusingly to me, we drove past Momom's house, Popop's cemetery, and Nana's cemetery.  It was the scenic tour of Susan's dead and dying relatives.  Cheery!  We rode for almost two hours and it passed like a flash.  I thought I would get bored, but not even close.  It was weird giving up all control to him - couldn't talk, couldn't warn him of danger (not that I could see past him)...  I could signal to him which way to go by gently punching him on one side or the other, but that was about it.  

The best thing about this (and please, have your vomit bags ready), was how excited and happy he was to be able to ride.  You could see it in his face, and in the way his eyes kinda sparkled when he took his helmet off.  Makes me melt.  That look, and the Old Spice combined?  Forget it.  

BB now thinks that I should get my motorcycle license so we can ride together - I pointed out that we could already ride together, and that I needed another dangerous hobby like I need another rock to the eye, but high gas prices already had me considering it.  Who knows, maybe I will.  But until then, I'm going to play motorcycle goddess as often as possible.  


Ms Behaviour said...

I love the bikes but prefer to be a passenger. Didn't your back get tired after two hours though?

Susan said...

Funny you should ask about my back! It hurt after the first 20 minutes and I thought I was going to have to quit, but it eventually worked itself out when I stopped being so damn tense.