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Goodbye to you, my trusted friend….

We gave Lucille back last night. Since then Terry Jack’s song Seasons in the Sun has been playing in my head. A little dramatic to be sure – no one’s dying here – but it just seems appropriate. Sniffle sniffle.

We rode her a lot this week, after the KoD came home from work. The freedom that she brought us was immeasurable. Feeling the wind blowing my headscarf out behind us, feeling the throb of power under us, holding tight to my sweetie as we traversed the countryside being one with nature, that’s a feeling we will never have again, unless we ride once more. Not yet having our own bikes, I don’t know when that will be if ever. But I totally enjoyed being the KoD’s “back warmer”. Driving in a car (a cage) just doesn’t give you the same freedom or any of the same feelings.

FWIW it is totally possible to dress tzanuah (modestly) while riding a HOG. You just need to dress smart. Last night KoD surprised me by taking me out to dinner on Lucille. I didn’t want to show up all grungy at the restaurant, but I also didn’t want to try to sit on the bike in a tight skirt – impossible and dangerous. I wore a long black flared skirt with leggings underneath, and as soon as I was sat properly on Lucille, I tucked the skirt under my legs for extra security. The helmet went over my headscarf – I just had to be careful when taking it off that my headscarf didn’t come off with it. (There was no way I was gonna wear a wig on the bike, that’s insanity). With the wind my skirt blew around a bit, but I just tucked it back in. and I have to say there is something soooo cool about walking into a kosher restaurant carrying a motorbike helmet. A religious biker chick – that’s me.

So, thanks again, BikerDude!

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Cool Rider

Lucille comes home for a visit!

(Mum – DO NOT READ!!)

lucilleLast night I got to cross one thing off my life’s to-do list – ride a Harley. KoD had a Harley a while back, and much to my chagrin, sold it before he met me. How was he to know he was soon to meet and marry a Harley fanatic?! She is a beauty, isn’t she? He named her Lucille – how many of you know who or what the original Lucille was?

So the dude who bought her is a friend, and KoD asked him last week if we could borrow her for a couple of days. Of course he didn’t tell me and totally surprised me!! Now, you must understand, hardly any Harley owners lend their bikes. It’s just not the done thing. So this was an extra special favour.

HarleyDude rode her over yesterday. KoD and I were sitting watching some telly and all of a sudden KoD jumps up and says “that’s my bike!” – I couldn’t even hear anything, but his spidey sense was going off. I cannot tell you how excited I was to see her. HarleyDude visited with us a while and we drove him home. We came home, ate a quick supper, KoD davened, and we got changed to go for a night ride.

harley 004O M Goodness Gracious Me!! The KoD came downstairs totally Harleyed up from head to toe. FatBoy boots, black jeans, Harley tee, Harley belt even. Scrumptious. Because he hadn’t ridden her in a while, he took Lucille for a spin around the block a few times, alone, just to adjust to riding her again. I was waiting by the door, helmet on, jumping up and down with excitement. Like a little child. But you must understand, I have dreamed of riding a Hog forever!

Finally he thundered up, and showed me how to climb on safely without burning my leg on the exhaust pipe thingy. You know something, it’s just like climbing on a horse. Except with way more power – 1450 ccs of it! They don’t call a Harley an Iron Horse for nothing!  I grabbed on to his waist, listened to his instructions, and off we zoomed.

I wasn’t nervous at all. KoD has been riding motorbikes for over 30 years – he is a safe driver and I trust him. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have gone riding with him. It’s that simple. He had explained to me that when he leans to take a curve I need to lean with him. I wasn’t even conscious of doing it, it was just so instinctual. Riding locally was fine, we weren’t going fast, and I adjusted to the feel of being on the bike.

harley 006Then we hit the Palisades Parkway and accelerated big time. Wheeeeee!! To me the thrill felt like the adrenalin when you are sitting waiting for the roller coaster to begin. And it just kept getting better. KoD drove so smoothly, was very aware of his surroundings and took no risks. He is the safest rider around.

You know how when you drive along and a bike pulls up next to you at a stop light and you look at it and salivate and think how lucky the driver is that he gets to ride such an awesome bike? We were those people!! What a mind trip!! The boys and I notice Harleys wherever we go, take pictures, send them to KoD and he tells us which model and what modifications were done. Apparently you don’t just buy a Harley and ride it as is.  (You learn something new every day!)

Anyhow, so we rode over into New Jersey, and came home via the scenic route. It was just awesome. I felt so free. I think I had a huge cheesy grin on my face the entire time. Riding on a bike makes you see the scenery differently than in a car, and I think you are just more vigilant and aware. In a car, with the windows closed, you don’t get to come into contact with the sounds and smells of the countryside. Ok, granted, some you don’t want to suffer through, but it’s an added to dimension to one’s experience.

The only problem as far as I see it, is that it’s very difficult to have a conversation with your riding partner without feeling like you are yelling. And your mouth gets dry. And bugs fly up into your face. But it is all so worth it.

I had the ride of my life last night and it was all I imagined it to be and more. Thank you HarleyDude for loaning us Lucille, and thank you to my KoD who is the most awesome husband ever. (any chance of riding her later on, my love? Pretty please?)

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Shavuot Update

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Shavuot was awesome. KoD drove up, arriving the afternoon right before Yom Tov, but it was still Prince ChatterBox’s birthday. The prince received his present from us once the KoD had arrived safe and sound and had a chance to catch his breath. This (pic on left) is his gift from us – he asked the KoD for one about 3 months ago.  The kid made out like a bandit for his birthday!

 

We had some awesome meals over the holiday – only one of which was cooked by me. We even had a cheesecake taste test and so totally overdid the dairy – but it was soooo worth it. We socialized a lot with great friends. KoD did the shul bit – I stayed home to start reading the Twilight series. I finally decided to find out what all this hype was about. I read the first two, have handed them on to my eldest prince to read, and all the princes will read their way through them. The stories are not complicated, but I can see how teens have gone crazy over the books. They are no Harry Potter though.

 

KoD went back to NY earlier today. This parting thing – it never gets any easier. Every time he leaves or I leave I feel as if my heart is ripping apart. I try not to cry – but being an emotional being I end up in tears.  I know we will be together again soon, but it is never soon enough. We need prayers to help expedite the visas so that we can be one big happy family. I know it is all in G-d’s hands, but the waiting is just so tough.

 

Every time I see my KoD, my love for him grows stronger. I could never imagine loving someone I didn’t give birth to this much, and certainly not at my stage in life. My KoD is such a gift from G-d and I am so very thankful that we got to spend Shavuot together, and I am thankful for any time that we get to be with each other.

 

OK I am getting way too sappy for a Sunday night. I shall wish you all a wonderful week. I shall be power walking a lot this week as I ate so many thousands of calories in the last few days!!