Kitty & Me

I am just as surprised as anyone that I love riding a motorcycle.

A. . . . I am a klutz. No way was I going to be able to do something different with each of my four appendages.

B. . . . I am easily frightened when it comes to motorized vehicles (a result of more than my fair share of whip lash injuries sustained when OTHERS were driving).

Well. . . . A, not only was I able to synchronize all my klutzy appendages, I scored higher on the riding test than my biker friend who took the class with me and B. . . . I wasn't afraid. I was exhilarated. I LOVE riding a motorcycle!

Next: the problem. I might love riding, but I certainly didn't do it well enough to test drive anything. Enter my son and son-in-law who enthusiastically advised me as to what bike would be perfect for me (Honda Magna) and just as enthusiastically accompanied me to a small town to test drive said Honda Magna.

Since purchasing Kitty (so named because my daughter thought she had a nice "purr" as she idled in the garage) I've ridden her about twelve thousand miles. Great "biker" memories include a long ride to Door County, Wisconsin, a last-minute decision to "go to Canada" one weekend, and dinner runs here in Nebraska with a group of biker-friends who attend our church (Indian Hills. . . so the group is called "Hill's Angels" and yes you may groan now).

In heaven I'll have a Ducati (the cool factor), a BMW (the comfort factor), a Harley Fat Boy (the mystique factor) and my Honda Magna (the reliability factor).

Now for those of you who are reading this and getting ready to e-mail me your horror stories. . . let me share something. I'm a Calvinist. So. . . I wear leathers and a full face helmet, drive defensively, and leave the rest to the One who has written "all my days when as yet there was one of them."

VROOOOMMMMMMMM!

P.S. That friend I took the class with called me a few weeks later and said, "so. . . when are you getting a bike?" To which I replied, "She's parked in the garage." About two months later the guy proposed. He claims the motorcycle in the garage had nothing to do with it, which is a good thing because he still had to buy his own bike.