In fact when I think about it, most of boyfriends in college had motorcycles. Of course that made sense because I was always attracted to those bad boys. Weren't we all? My ex-husband was the first guy I dated in like a 3 year span that didn't have a bike. For some reason he didn't like them at all. I still don't understand it. There was a time when I tried to talk him into getting one, but that got shot down.
Then there was my most recent ex-boyfriend who didn't like motorcycles either. So, I conceded and resigned myself to the fact that I would never have another guy with a motorcycle again. By that time it had been about 15 years since I had been on one. Now that time of not being on a bike is about 25 years. Wow, that makes me feel old.
But lo and behold, my new guy just bought a motorcycle! Woohoo! I am in hog heaven (not literally, he got a Yamaha), but needless to say I am excited. There is nothing quite like the wind in your hair and the feeling of sitting on that much power. It is an amazing feeling.
It's time like these that I am glad that I live 1000 miles away from my family, because my mother dearly hates bikers. She would condemn my boyfriend before even meeting him if she knows he has a motorcycle. It wouldn't matter that he is a great guy, the fact he is a "biker" would foreshadow everything else. And we won't even mention the fact that he has tattoos. I am going to hell for sure for dating a guy like that, at least according to my mom.
That really sucks though because I really hate to hide things or to not be completely honest. But on the other hand, I really don't want to open that can of worms. Why do people have to be so judgmental?
I will have to contemplate how to handle this with the wind in my hair riding behind my guy who is nothing but amazing to me.