baby's first motorcycle ride

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Over the weekend my father-in-law got a motorcycle. He's wanted one forever and was finally able to get one. Sunday evening Josh and I stopped by to check it out. I had never even sat on a motorcycle so I asked if I could. Scott, my father-in-law, asked if I wanted to go for a ride. Josh agreed for me. I stuttered around and asked if they had a helmet for me. Of course they did. I said that I was wearing flip flops but they agreed it was okay. Scott got on the bike and they explained how to climb on. My mother-in-law reminded Scott that I was pregnant about four times before we headed down the driveway. Baby and I had our first motorcycle ride at the same time.



We headed down the block with my hands clinched on the handrail as tightly as I could. He drove down about five miles to a nearby town (sticking to the speed limit!). As we slowed down to turn around in the town Scott leaned back and asked if I was doing okay. I didn't tell him that I had just prayed the whole way there and how stupid I felt for taking my first ever motorcycle ride at 7 1/2 months pregnant. "Great!", I said.

Overall the ride wasn't bad or even really scary for that matter (once I got used to it). I just felt so...exposed. I kept thinking about what terrible road rash I would get if we crashed. I thought about how fast the other drivers near us were going. Josh excitedly asked after my short ride if I loved it. (Poor guy would do anything to have his own motorcycle.) I said, "Uh, it was pretty good". Later in the evening Josh admitted that he was a little bummed I didn't really like it. He said, "I always thought my wife would like riding motorcycles with me". Doesn't look like that is the case for me...

I didn't want to say that I can't even imagine him having one now.

Labels: all you need is love, everything else

posted by kimberly, 7:06 AM