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And his wife ride into the sunset together?
After years of pining for a motorcycle, I finally decided to buy one again. Maureen (the wife) endorsed the idea of a twowheeler but insisted on a non-geared scooter. Her logic, “It’s so convenient to transport groceries and big bags by placing them in the front.” Gina (our teenaged daughter) seconded the idea as it would be easy for her to borrow and ride.
Thankfully, Jason threw his weight behind me and we purchased a Royal Enfield; ‘It’s a man’s bike!’ - after all.
I decided to take ‘her’ (bikes are always girls) out for a nice, long ride and mentioned this over dinner. Maureen was all excited about the idea and piped up, “Soooo, where should we go?” Aaaaaarrrrgggg!
Concerned, I said, “This is a two-wheeler and it’s neither safe nor comfortable. I suggest you sit this one out.” The concern in my voice was genuine - but I was more concerned about spoiling my ride than the inconvenience or danger to Maureen.
Early next day, the three of us (bike, Maureen and I) started out. Riding reminded Maureen so much about the time we were dating and ‘madly’ in love. She kept up a steady flow of chatter and kept saying how much she was enjoying the ride. Aaaarrrgggghhh!
When we hit the highway, I speeded up and thankfully could not hear her. This, of course, didn’t stop her from talking. She suggested I slow down so we could have a leisurely chat. Aaaarrrggghhh!
K CWe returned late night after a leisurely joyride according to Maureen, and a stressful encounter according to me. Too many breaks for coffee ‘ n’ sandwiches… and too many interruptions in my conversation with my brand new baby. Aaaarrrggghhh!
Maureen excitedly suggested we buy helmets with bluetooth or wired connections so we could continuously chat on our next ride out. Aaaaarrrggghhh!
While Maureen excitedly planned our next trip, I was planning on selling my bike. The best laid plans of men come to naught when women intervene.