Monday, June 2, 2014

the heart of the matter....

Friday was the beginning of a most beautiful weekend, my Mom and Dad came for a visit on Wednesday and stayed til Friday morning.  Glenette cut my Mom's hair, it is coming back in with gusto.  They had big plans for the weekend, so after her cut, they got themselves ready, said they would be back soonest, and off they went.  I gave Glenette a ride to the Michaels', and then ran about doing my things.
Andrew beat me home, that was so very nice to see him home before me.  He had his bike out and on the lift, redoing his front rim.  He asked me if I wanted to go for a ride when he finished, yeah baby, I ran into the house to feed the dogs.  While they were eating, I changed to more suitable clothing. finished up with the dogs, put them out, cleaned their bowls, grabbed my flow-thru and helmet, and out the door I went.   I did get ready fast, now that was a first.  When he took out my bike, my belly went into full tilt, I was nervous, giddy, beyond butterflies.  I was shaking with anticipation.  When  I asked where we going to go, not that it mattered.  Andrew said to the dealer for new grips and levers.  My grips are worn out, they are sticky, I hate sticky, I must wear gloves or else my hands turn black and sticky.  The levers on the other hand are not necessary, he just thinks that I should have new ones because they are naked ladies, this "discussion" has been going on for 5 years.  I bought them for Andrew when he first got the bike, and they have been on since.  His old chrome ones went onto my heritage because that bike came with just regular ones.  Andrew wanted me to lead to the dealer, I went about a block or two, said I wanted to follow, it was going to take a bit to get my sea legs back.  My first couple of turns were like I was driving a Mack truck, big wide turns.  I find that it is pretty awesome that even after all these many years I am still absolutely excited, thrilled and that I get butterflies from doing my most favorite things.  One of them being riding my bike, the other being with Andrew.  It is kind of crazy.
When we arrived at the dealer he went to parts, I went to clearance.  Andrew was ready and checked out long before I was even thinking about checking out.  He bought the grips and levers.  The levers were a nutty price, no no no, I don't need them, I am perfectly happy with what I have, I just need new grips, so I got new grips and 3 tops ($15.00 each on clearance), that is more like it.  We raced home.  Nothing like good clearance, the thought of non-sticky grips, a race down Route 1 with my best friend to make a girl happy.  After a nice long hot shower, I went to bed with the biggest smile on my face.
There was very little fanfare, no small parade, no parties, no guest speakers, not much a anything, just exactly what I needed and wanted, no more, no less to celebrate my birthday.  I got my first and second ride of the season, and a most wonderful Thai dinner.  

I really don't know when it happened or where it all went, but somehow I aged.  The years slipped by, all too quickly.  The funny thing is just yesterday I was 15, Chrissy and I were talking about how we would be at 30 and how far off it was, and now today, I am 52.  I remember my Grandmother when she turned 50.  I guess she thought the very same things, oh how I wish she was here to tell me.  Mor always told me exactly what was what, nothing waxed, nothing altered, just exactly what.  While she did refuse to dust my motorcycle when it was parked in the living room, she very expertly dusted and vacuumed around it,  she never refused me.  I relished and relived her stories of how things were for her, for them, for us, for me.  She was my greatest champion.  Mor has been gone an all to short but oh so long 10 years, and a million tears.  I would love to have one more day.  She told me that you can't change what was, only what is to be.  I have learned  forgiveness.  It has become my greatest feat. 
Saturday started out to be a most wonderful day, I got up around 6 am, Buddy had to go out, I stumbled downstairs with Chico in my arms, now that was a sight, me tripping, him growling, snarling, ready to take a chunk out of any body part he could sink his teeth into.  If ever I thought he was a grouchy dog before ain't got nothing on the miserable beast he is now.  I think that being blind, deaf and not being able to smell has added to his orneriness.  I turned the coffee pot on, and took Advil, I had such a headache.  I checked the news online, like I do everyday, they still have not found the plane.  Read the news, fiddled with a new playlist, the usual stuff.  Of course, I threw in a load of wash, cause what would a day be without doing wash?  Around 9:30 I had a nap because my headache would not go away.

When I got up at 11:30, I had a shower, got dressed, and went outside.  Andrew had the yards mowed, weedwacked, and edged.  He had my bike up on the lift to change the headlight.  He had already changed the grips.  The whole front of fairing had to come off, what a hassle, only to find that the high-beam was not burned out, but that the wiring harness was burned.  I read in some motorcycle magazine that you should ride during the day with your high-beams on because you become more visible.  Yeah well that may be true, but I guess they did not take into consideration the heat that is generated in a confined space may have an adverse effect. He fixed the harness, both headlamps work on regular beam and high beam.

I asked if my tire was as dire as they made it seem, he said no.  I need one yes, but I could have a bit of riding on it.  So that is what we did.  The front cowl went onto the hooks, and reattached easily, thank goodness, cause it could be a bitch, everything is back together.  I decided that it would behoove me not to ride with my brights on during the day.  We finished up outside, Andrew put the bikes away, while I fed the dogs.  We went for dinner and had a most wonderful time.

We planned on taking a ride on Sunday, and we did just that.  It is wonderful to be riding again.  It thrills my soul.

Have a care, don't ever put into play something that will profoundly hurt the person that loves you.   "There are people in your life who've come and gone.  They let you down and hurt your pride.  Better keep it all behind you; life goes on.  You keep carrying that anger, it'll eat you inside."

But I think it's about forgiveness...

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