When I was three years old I rode in Grandads side car
When I wsas 10 years old I rode my uncles AJS500
When I was 15 years old I rode and owned 125 Suzuki
When I was 18 years old I lost my licence for the first time on a truimph Bonnie.
When I was 19 I got married
At 27 we bought our first New Harley, she rode it as often as I
What took you guys so long to get started????
At 32 She found another gear lever to play with!!!!!!!!!
To be old and wise, first you must be young and stupid.
My first husband and I only had a motorbike for transport - I had only ever ridden dirt bikes - he had a Yamaha 550 twin special - he had no qualms about me riding it - in fact if I had not kept up the maintenance on the bike - he would have blown the motor. He used to work night shift and would finish early at times and go for a blat at 3 or 4 am in the morning and come back and tell me about it. I envied him being able to do that. We eventually got a car and I had to teach him how to drive - now that was scary - he tried to drive a car like he rode a motorbike - the near misses - in the end I suggested we borrow his mother's old dunger of a car to learn in not the near new Mitsubishi Cordia. Now I have my own bike - and he wishes he could have one - he remarried and is now living in the States - just moved there so hopefully he will have a bike soon.
Actions speak louder than words or good intentions
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. - Paul Keating
On a Motorcycle you're penetrating distance, right along with the machine!! In a car you're just a spectator, the windshields like a TV!!
'Life's Journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out! Shouting, ' Holy sh!t... What a Ride!! '
I was knocking about with a bird back in London about 20 years ago. I was a season ticket holder for a football club and spent most of my Saturdays (well, all of them in fact) at the footie like you do.
Anyway, we had an away game in Newcastle one Saturday (equivalent of Kaitaia to Wellington by road) so we all got on a bus Friday arvo, went to the game on the Saturday (which we won) then on the piss Staurday night finally arriving home about 9pm on the Sunday night.
Of course, when I got home she was sitting there with a face like a slapped arse so I said to her:
"Cant see why you have the hump with me, I hav'nt been here all weekend so it must be with something else. Is your hair drier broken?"
Next morning she was gone forever, I still had my season ticket and we won the cup that year.
So moral of the story....if they dont like it, tough.....
Comprises are important to the success of any relationship, but but when it entails giving up some thing you are passionate about, i think you will run into trouble.
What an interesting read this has been, so much to relate to as well.
Been through the wringer like a few here by the sounds of it.
Just got shot of the wife a few years back, she let me keep a bike or 2 over those 17yrs but getting spare funds to spend on upkeep was difficult at times. Had to lead a 'second life' and pretend to be out drinking with the workmates while I was actually working overtime for bike bits- what a nerd eh?
You get what you want by doing what you have to.
My new squeeze has liked bikes all along and now she sometimes sends me links to bikes for sale 'that I might like' and I already have 4!!
Talk about peer pressure.
And if she wins Lotto she promised to buy me one of those---> (pointing to the picture of an MV F1000 on the wall)
Nice to hear others have had happy endings as well, really nice to hear. And hopefully that inspires the folk who are trapped in a relationship of little give&take to stand up for what they want out of life - not what others want from their life (all the time)
The pressure to give the bikes away often comes from extended family as well (the Outlaws!!) around breeding time...
Blast From The Past Axis of Oil
Obviously I have a bike (that's why I'm here on this forum) and I love riding it - so I can only speculate on the reasons for other women not wanting their man to ride.
I wonder if...
a) Her hobbies/indulgences really are as expensive as yours? Don't include stuff for the kids on her side of the ledger - just stuff she has for her very own self. Also, does she have the opportunity to get out of the house and get away from it all like you do when you're riding?
b) Maybe she was ok with the bike before the two of you had kids, but now is more easily scared? There have been plenty of discussions on here amongst women who have ridden for years then had kids and suddenly felt too vulnerable to ride. Maybe she feels vulnerable when you're off on your bike and she wonders if you're going to come home in one piece.
Just my thoughts. If you don't know the answers to these questions, I suggest you ask her.
There is no such thing as bad weather; only inappropriate clothing!
Another thought: Often men use a nagging wife as an excuse to divert from their own fears. It's a nice little stereotype for them to be able to roll their eyes and say "I would do it, but my wife wouldn't let me." Then everyone else sympathises and slaps them on the back and joins in with their own story about a nagging wife.
In reality, the wife might be perfectly delighted for her husband to get a bike. Ask her at the office Christmas party.![]()
There is no such thing as bad weather; only inappropriate clothing!
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Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons....... - Honore de Balzac
After 30+ years of marriage, I said to my wife "I want a motorbike". (I had a Suzuki 125 2smoke after we first got married but only used to to commute and take the dog for a run.) Needless to say there was a great silence and a bit of discussion but the bit that turned the argument my way was "I don't want to be lying on my deathbed saying I wish I had done that." She reluctantly relented. After I got my full licence (I didn't bother in the earlier days) we talked about her jumping on the back. For reasons I won't go into here, it didn't happen but she considered it. She has now got used to the idea and is quite happy to see me go out riding but is always glad to see me get home safe and sound.
A long time ago I read a book called "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus". If you are struggling with your relationship and bikes are a problem, I suggest you read it or one of the similar books that are out there. It might help you keep your bike and your wife - if that is what you want. (It is cheaper than divorce.) What it explains is that men and women think quite differently (Yes I know that is obvious) and it helps the men understand what and how women think and vice versa. One of the important things that it describes is the need for men to have "cave" time. This is a time to themselves without the hassles of work or home where they can unwind. It is a natural need for men. Just the same as women need to unwind by telling their husbands/partners about their day and the problems they have had. When they do this, they don't want you to solve their problems, they just want you to listen. What each of you have to understand is the need for each to have this time.
So guys, let her say what she likes after work and reply "yes dear, no dear, I understand dear" but don't solve her bloody problems for her. Girls, let him have his "cave" time. Let him have his blat and be happy when he returns. I am reminded of a very good saying "If you love something, let it be free. If it returns, it is yours forever. If it doesn't, it never was."
And the final note to the guys who are not keen on their girls riding. Go ride as a pillion with her but make sure you hang on tight - if you know what I mean. Bloody hell, there is something wrong if you can't enjoy that.
Life is for living; live it don't bitch!
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