Growing up, I was always told that I looked so sweet and innocent. Ha! They pegged that one wrong. Yet, I was a very quiet and introverted child and in many ways, I still am.
Oh, stop that. You are choking on your drink? Well, don't blame me. It's true. I am a very shy person. But once I get to know you....then you can't shut me up. That is what is nice about a blog. I can just be me and not worry about feeling "shy."
Anyhoo, I know I don't look innocent anymore. Nowadays, I look like, dare I admit it, a Mom. Boring.
Let's just say most people would not picture me on a motorcycle. That does not matter. In between the sweeping and the mopping, the dusting and the vacuuming, the washing and the drying, let's not forget the enjoyable task of emotionally torturing my sons, the dinner experiments that never seem to turn out, I picture me on a motorcycle.
Constantly.
Yes, I yearn to release my inner Motorcycle Mama! I know she's in there straining to get out. It's in my blood. I was and am meant to be flying on a bike. I absolutely adore motorcycles!
I want one soooooo badly! Some Moms dream of SUV's or Minivans? Not me, I dream of a motorcycle.
Now bear with me, because I know absolutely NOTHING about motorcycles. But, I know exactly what I want.
I want a BIG bike.
I want a wind visor.
I want saddlebags (on the bike, not me).
I want a back rest for my passenger.
I want a Harley!
I want it all.
"I want it all. I want it all. I want it all and I want it now." (Queen)
Sigh. Not gonna happen anytime soon, but a girl can dream, can't she? A Harley Davidson 2009 Softail Cross Bones. It's got everything a wannabe motorcycle mama could hope for, like a skull and crossbones image on it! Suh-weeeeeet! (You have to look very closely, but trust me it's there!)
Vroom vroom. Yeah, baby!
Someday, my sweet Harley. It'll be you and me on the open road with my six pack of Diet Dr. Pepper chilling in the saddle bags. Ah yes, I can almost taste it now!
Do you think Oprah or Ellen would give me one? If I beg? If I plead? Sigh. Until then, I dream my sweet, sweet motorcycle dreams.
Pray tell! I hear a song coming on!
"Some day we'll be together!"
(Diana Ross and The Supremes)
18 comments:
Motorcycles scare me to death! Except if they are sitting still and I get to sit on it when the engine revs what a motogasm oh sorry.. I was off into a fantasy of my own
If you do get one from Oprah or Ellen, (big dreams BTW) PLEASE wear a helmet.
Hold onto your dream. Visualize it, realize it, give thanks to the universe for delivering it unto you even BEFORE it materializes. Law of Attraction my dear. You ARE Motorcycle Mama. Believe IT. Be IT. Then one moment IT will appear, in all it's Harley magnificence, and vroom, vroom, off Quirky goes like a speeding bullet.
Helmet. Ask for a helmet too. Don't wanna lose ya.
Good job. Very funny!
It took me a moment to clean up the drink I spilled when you said you were shy but I do know what you mean. Get me in a room full of people I don't know in a social situation, I'm a clam.
I'm glad you clarified the saddle bags request.
My dad bought a 1971 Harley and commuted to and from work on it in almost any weather. He loved it. At his memorial service, we played a soundtrack of a motorcycle revving up at the very end. It was a nice moment.
I think you still look sweet and innocent :)
Wandered over this way from Dizzblond...love it! I'll be back (that's a good thing, not a warning)
Make sure to get yourself a Tshirt that says: IF YOU CAN READ THIS, THE BASTARD FELL OFF. PLEASE HONK.
Real motorcycle or not, I think most of us mamas need to unleash the motorcycle in them!! I personally would never put my ass on a motorcycle - they scare me too - but I unleash my version of motorcycle mama when I take a cruise in my orange convertible Kharman Ghia!! Different mode of transpo, same effect!
Don't know if it was intended or not, but when I read the title it reminded me of Neil Young's song 'Motorcycle Mama' from his 'Comes A Time' album. It's certainly not among his best songs, but it does have a nice groove. When I saw him perform about here about 8 years ago it was the first song he played. His song 'Unknown Legend' also makes reference to a Harley.
Rock on!
@ Dizzblnd Ack! What's all this talk about SAFETY! What a buzzkill! Just kidding...yes I would want to be safe. I promise to wear a helmet and get helmet hair!
@Marvin Isn't that advice from that book, "The Secret" You know the one that Oprah recommends. But trust me I've been invisioning it for decades! I haven't given up yet and I won't! Oh and you too with the helmet!!!! hee hee Yes, yes I will wear a hot and sweaty helmet! hee hee
@RefGeek Sorry you had to clean yourself up...lol...oh and about your Dad...that's awful sweet. I love that idea!
@Braja Thanks...Looks can be deceiving, I take pride in my silly, daring side!
@Em Welcome darlin' Come back anytime!
@Dana...you totally rawk!! I love that t-shirt slogan!
@Lee What's all this fear about a motorcycle! Okay, I'm gonna get one and I'm coming to get you girlfriend for the ride of your life! It'll be fun! Honest!
@Anon Uh, no that wasn't intentional but that's a great thought! I'm glad it worked out that way. Who knew a Neil Diamond song could rawk! Thanks for the info.
I have a FRIDAY'S SPECIAL where I publish all the comments left on my posts, answer them, and place their photo and a linkback to their blog. Come on over Friday and see your name in lights!! Every comment (if it's a good one) gets published. six comments = six answers. So far, everyone has gotten more readers from it.
Not Neil Diamond, Neil Young! ;)
Heck...my parents are 72 and 75 and they are zipping around on their motorcycle all over the darn country. I never know where they're going to call me from next! So hang on to your dream girl....it's gonna happen just you wait and see!
@Dana yeah it took me a couple of reads to figure it out, but I like it...very good idea.
@anon MY BAD!!! Sorry. Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young!
@nikki Your parents rawk. I love them already and I've never met them! They are living my dream and yes I will hang on...it's gonna happen!
Over in these parts it is soon to be the Year of the Ox, but it is still the Year of the Pig (or the Hog, if you will) I say get the Harley, now. Today. Do it. You deserve it. Screw the budget--go all Wall Street on their asses, spend money that isn't real (sorry for cursing on your blog). Ebay always has a deal going.
Or if you are anything like me, you will not get the bike, but open the flaps to the golfcart and try to catch some booty kicking wind on a downhill slope.
Glad I found your blog.
That bike is sweet! When you finally get one we could start our own biker group called...Wild Hog...Wild Hot Chics! I've been wanting to try out my leather chaps. :)
Oh, and you know that it's always the sweet and innocent looking chics that are always the naughtiest!
@SWC Great idea...that golf cart flapping might be just the ticket to hold me over until the bike comes!
@Angie dang you are so onto me...heh heh. Me? Naughty? Yes let's do the Wild Hot Chicks! I got the hot already...hot flashes!
Can I have a ride? (So long as there's room for my 6-pack of regular DP in the other saddlebag.)
@Catlady R U Kidding! You are ALWAYS welcome on my bike! And it is a BYODP thingy! Ha!
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