Wow, what a gorgeous day this has turned out to be! I think this is the kind of weather we Houstonians wait for all year long. And finally, it's here! The sky is a perfect blue, not a cloud in the sky.... There's a slight chill in the air today - it actually feels like fall! So you know what that means.... That means we're gonna be some motorcycle-ridin' fools this weekend!
Next weekend (Halloween!) is one of the biggest rallies of the year for us. We try to make the Lone Star Rally in Galveston every year, though last year we missed it due to Hurricane Ike. We'll spend the entire weekend out there at our friend's beach house, taking in the events, doing some shopping, and of course, sipping on some margaritas whilst doing so.
My hubby has a 2008 H-D Night Train, blacked out. He's so proud of that thing. Of course, every man's motorcycle is a constant work of art in progress, which is why they drag us to these silly shows! Oh, who am I kidding - I absolutely love it. And I'll be honest with you - that bike itself has, on many occasions, brought a quick end to many a long, drawn-out argument.
There's just nothing like getting on your bike on a day like this, cruising the wooded, winding backroads we're so blessed to have so close to our house.... Luckily we live on the northern outskirts of Houston, where there's still a lot of beautiful countryside to be appreciated. There's just something about feeling the wind blow through your hair, the smell of the earth as you pass by the farms, the sun beaming down in a warm caress on your skin, that somehow just makes you forget all your worries....
I love the fact that there seems to be an unspoken brotherhood amongst all of us hooligans that love to ride these beasts so much. Proper motorcycle etiquette 101: if you see another rider approaching, be sure to wave! But don't be all girly about it - generally you can just kinda point downward as you're driving past, sort of a salute to the other guy, as though you're acknowledging each other's sheer awesomeness.
The first time I rode by myself, I was with my hubby and his dad. They let me ride out in front, and of course, I got to do the little "point-salute-thing" for the first time as an independent rider. I felt sooo cool. We were riding down a country road, I in all my glory, Slade behind (watching me nervously), when all of a sudden it started to pour. I didn't care though - I was riding, and for once, not on the back of someone else's Harley. I had been smiling so big that day, my face was so numb! I barely felt the sting of the rain as it slapped my cheeks.
This weekend, however, I'll be on the back of the Night Train, snapping pictures along the way. I actually don't mind "ridin' bitch," as they call it. It seems to bring us closer together, and forces me to put all of my trust in him (which for me, is a big deal!) To be honest, I trust him more on the motorcycle than I do in a car! But that's another blog for another time. Right now I'm anxious to get in the car, roll the windows down, open the sunroof and crank that stereo! I've got a long drive ahead of me tonight....
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