Last night, my wife was able to do something that she’s watned to do for nearly 25 years. She bought her first motorcycle, a 2001 Buell Blast. We drove out to a town about 20 minutes away, via the highway, where she found a bike online that she wanted. After a few minutes of looking it over and talking with one of the guys that works there, the deal was struck and paperwork was being completed. The young man we worked with was also a former Marine, so we had plenty to chat about while processing the sale.
TJ followed Micah and I on the long trek home, taking streets instead of the more busy, faster moving highway. I was so tense from watching her in the rear-view mirror and worrying about her making it safely home that my shoulders and upper back were killing me by the time we arrived. But she had a blast – except for having cold hands.
I have a feeling that she’s going to be out quite a bit this spring and summer with Marcus and Chuck. Marcus is already trying to arrange a ride this weekend. And TJ is trying to figure out how many times she can volunteer to run to the store.