The other day I went to the Harley Davidson shop with my husband. I don’t like it there, but I do it to keep my marriage sweet, just like he sometimes gets out of the car and actually enters Hobby Lobby. I think he’s mildly allergic to Hobby Lobby, because he gets goose bumps and starts to sweat as soon as the front doors part to allow him entrance. He must have spent too much time eating glue and crayons as a child, because he now has an aversion to anything that may resemble arts & crafts.
It’s ok though. I don’t expect him to love Hobby Lobby, just like he doesn’t expect me to love Harley. He drooled over the bikes and I, well, I just drooled. I realize some women love to ride bikes. They aren’t born with birth marks, they are born with tattoos and black boots. I’m just not that into it. I have a hard enough time driving a car with four wheels; I don’t even want to imagine me on two wheels. Know what I mean? I wouldn’t just need a helmet, I’d need full-body armor.
I’ve only ridden a motorcycle once and I wasn’t driving. I was hanging on for dear life and screaming, “Don’t lean! Don’t lean! I’m goooonnnnnaaaa dieeeeeeeeeee…..!!!”
I can honestly say, I have no desire to get back on a bike.
What about you? Do you go spend time someplace with your husband just because you know he loves it there?
Do you ride? If so, tell us why you love it. Win me over to the dark side with your story. 😉