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Last summer, my husband got a case of motorcycle envy, after listening to his buddies talking about their adventures riding around in the Shenandoah countryside. So, he bought a motorcycle. It's a BMW, like the other guys' - Let's be clear: we're not talking about the Harley crowd. There are no leather halter tops and cut-off shorts, no ponytails and wallet-chains. And most importantly, no 900 decibel noise pollution motors.
Doug took the motorcycle safety course last fall and got his license but I haven't been out riding with him yet because 1) I figure he needs to get some practice riding by himself first, 2) His being out with friends gives me some alone-time, and 3) I didn't have a helmet or any gear.
Now, number three has been eliminated. I got a jacket and gloves last week and a helmet this past Saturday, along with a pair of pants. The jacket and pants are ballistic nylon, I guess, and have armor inserts at key places. No, no tank tops for me. I'd prefer to stay alive, preferably with my skin intact.
And yes, the jacket is pink. And black and white, but I had to have the pink, just because. As soon as I actually go for a ride, I'll get a photo of the biker-chick version of me and let you all see how ridiculous I look.
A few West London photos for adaveen:
Doug took the motorcycle safety course last fall and got his license but I haven't been out riding with him yet because 1) I figure he needs to get some practice riding by himself first, 2) His being out with friends gives me some alone-time, and 3) I didn't have a helmet or any gear.
Now, number three has been eliminated. I got a jacket and gloves last week and a helmet this past Saturday, along with a pair of pants. The jacket and pants are ballistic nylon, I guess, and have armor inserts at key places. No, no tank tops for me. I'd prefer to stay alive, preferably with my skin intact.
And yes, the jacket is pink. And black and white, but I had to have the pink, just because. As soon as I actually go for a ride, I'll get a photo of the biker-chick version of me and let you all see how ridiculous I look.
A few West London photos for adaveen: