Biker Chick

So, my hubby is getting a Harley Davidson Roadster next week. He's been wanting one for a while now. The other night, while we were watching TV, he turned to me and said "I love you.". I replied that I loved him too. He then said, "I love you more because you're letting me get a motorcycle.". I know when you get married, they say for better or for worse, but I don't recall the phrase 'for motorcycle or not'.

Anyway, I tried on some helmets last weekend at the Harley Davidson dealership. Would you believe that I actually need an XXL helmet??? I mean, come on, my head is not that big...is it?

I also asked if they had seatbelts for the rider who sits on the back seat and he said if we get into an accident, the best thing that can happen is for you to get thrown from the bike. Really?! I'm starting to re-think this whole motorcycle riding thing. I do trust his driving ability. I just don't trust all the other idiots and morons, who somehow got driver's licenses, that he'll have to navigate around, in front of, behind, through, etc.

Now mind you, my husband does not look like a motorcyle kind of guy, much less a Harley Davidson motorcyle guy. What comes to mind when I think about bikers are those men who wear bandanas on their heads and inevitably have handlebar mustaches (why is that?) who look bad-ass but I'm told are actually big teddy bears. Then you look at my husband and the 2 images just don't mesh. Then there's me. I am a girly girl. I'm not frou frou but I am a girl who doesn't like the feel of the wind whipping through her hair (knowing there will be too many knots since I have long hair). And that XXL helmet still feels like it's squishing my brain.

Anyway, this is my random thought for the day. Take it as you will.