Out Riding
behind him on that motorcycle last night. That had to be the scariest thing I've ever done in my life. Those things are so fast & so exposed I can't believe they're actually legal.
Last night has given me a whole new perspective on mortality - mine & his.
It's so frightening that this is his idea of a hobby. Why can't he just do something basic & male like drink beer & watch sports? Ok maybe not the beer.
Having a biker husband sucks. What kind of luck is this? I hadn't even realized you could have Egyptian dentist bikers. I mean, he wears no jewellery, sports no tattoos, his hair is not long, shaggy, dirty-blond or worn in a pony-tail. He's done more graduate school than I ever dreamed of doing & his ambition in life is to do more. Which makes him a boring academic, like he keeps saying.
And what is my boring academic doing speeding like a lunatic on a stupid motorcycle? That's not what I bargained for, damn it!
Labels: Marriage
posted by LouLou @ 10:41 AM
4 Comments:
lol Egyptian dentist bikers.
Riding pillion is exhilarating, but I remember once doing so on the motorway which circles Paris, at 80 miles per hour, and wanting to cry but not being able to because of the G-force on my face.
I can sympathize. I have an extremely logical, sensible, rational guy who loves his motorcycle almost as much as he loves his kids. I used to like riding but haven't since I had kids. I don't know if I would enjoy it anymore.
U are so lucky... I wish would get married to a biker... I beg my parents to get me a motorbike... You have no idea how lucky you are
oooooh, i love to ride behind my husband on the motorcycle. it's so freeing. i love to feel the rush of wind in my hair... that feeling of being free from everything. i miss that terribly - we had one in the States but not here. i long for the day to have another... to get on and ride like there's no tomorrow. :)
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