Monday, November 26, 2012

I want a hog!

Harley Davidson’s ads “Stop Dreaming.”
“There are two types of people in this world; people who ride motorcycles and people who wish they could ride motorcycles.” I’m in the wish category. Most of the boys in my neighborhood owned dirt bikes and rode them up in the mountains right by my house. Occasionally they would invite some of the girls to go with them and I spent most summer days with partial attentiveness to the dirt bike whine. Sadly this started a “hope to be invited trend” that lasted through High School. Pitiful! I should have learned to ride a dirt bike by myself!
Since then, I’ve dated several guys who owned bikes. One even did a road trip from the East coast all the way up into Alaska. That is some serious bike devotion. Ironically they were all clean cut professionals. The only “bad boy rebels” I dated were without bike options.
For my birthday a few years back, I went to Zions National park with my boyfriend. There was a Harley rental place by the entrance. Boyfriend, a Harley and great scenery. It was one of my best birthdays.
If I did buy a bike, I would have to get a side car to carry all the vital junk I lug around by habit. (I would be lost without my big bag o’ crap.) Or I could squish all the dogs into it. How cool would that look? Middle aged, fat girl on a bike with three dogs. Awesome!

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