We got back from Laughlin on Sunday night...
We ride our motorcycles, travel to runs you know......embrace, the "lifestyle" (*cough cough*)
On MANY occasions...Tuesday night for instance...people will smile at me and say... "hey...you're a biker huh?"
"um..yeah, no, I mean...huh?, I guess...depends on YOUR definition of a biker"
is my usual pat answer...
because, everyones definition ofa biker is different noh?
am I hardcore, ride only two wheels and sleep with a bedroll kind of biker?
no.
I like to bring my trailer with me...bikes loaded inside becasue hey! I'm a girl with BAGGAGE! (figuratively and literally) I like to bring my bed with me...and NOT rolled up on my handlebars...
I like to cook my own food, preferably...fresh veggies and nice cuts of meat (yep, carnivore...sorry my veggie freinds)
I like to shower in my trailers shower, sit on my comfy lawn chairs and play my own CD's.
Am I a "Yuppie biker"? hmmn... perhaps. but I think I'm just a skoshe more biker than yuppie... wait... even "yuppie" is passe' now ain't it? okay..posuer? weekend warrior? gasp...wannabe?
for instance: I ride my bike to work...when I can, most, if not all of my boots, the left ones anyhow...are marred on top...evidence of shifting gears regularly...
My jeans are worn in the telltale areas...from sitting in the saddle. I have an assortment of leather jackets, widbreakers and gloves...for the variety of weather one may encounter while riding in the hills for hours... I have a couple of pair chaps...yeah yada yada yeah.
While in Laughlin...my bike bag had a pin on it. the pin a gift from a friend. the pin says: "i do very bad things"
a nice looking couple noted the pin and asked me what I did that was bad. I paused, unable to think of anything specific...
the man replies: "you didn't buy yourself that pin did you?" I smile...like the poser I was feeling like and said "nope! twas a gift"
The woman smiles at me, noting the top I was wearing; a olive green fishnet, long sleeved shell over a black, tiny triangle top and says: (in an effort, I think to help me save face) "well, wearing that shirt might be considerd bad...naughty"
I winked...smiled and said..."yep! plus, they won't let me wear it to the PTA meetings anymore"
Today...one week later...I can poke some more fun at myself for being a "wannabe biker", a posuer, a weekend warrior of sorts...
Sunday morning...my 7 year old will don her chaps (itty bitty chaps) and her pink leather jacket. I will gear up, the mister will as well...
we're gonna jump on our hogs! (whoa...roaaar!) lower the sunglasses...ooooh coool... and take a ride to the Orange County fairgrounds...
We're going to the "home and garden show"!
I'm SO hardcore!
plbbbbt!
We ride our motorcycles, travel to runs you know......embrace, the "lifestyle" (*cough cough*)
On MANY occasions...Tuesday night for instance...people will smile at me and say... "hey...you're a biker huh?"
"um..yeah, no, I mean...huh?, I guess...depends on YOUR definition of a biker"
is my usual pat answer...
because, everyones definition ofa biker is different noh?
am I hardcore, ride only two wheels and sleep with a bedroll kind of biker?
no.
I like to bring my trailer with me...bikes loaded inside becasue hey! I'm a girl with BAGGAGE! (figuratively and literally) I like to bring my bed with me...and NOT rolled up on my handlebars...
I like to cook my own food, preferably...fresh veggies and nice cuts of meat (yep, carnivore...sorry my veggie freinds)
I like to shower in my trailers shower, sit on my comfy lawn chairs and play my own CD's.
Am I a "Yuppie biker"? hmmn... perhaps. but I think I'm just a skoshe more biker than yuppie... wait... even "yuppie" is passe' now ain't it? okay..posuer? weekend warrior? gasp...wannabe?
for instance: I ride my bike to work...when I can, most, if not all of my boots, the left ones anyhow...are marred on top...evidence of shifting gears regularly...
My jeans are worn in the telltale areas...from sitting in the saddle. I have an assortment of leather jackets, widbreakers and gloves...for the variety of weather one may encounter while riding in the hills for hours... I have a couple of pair chaps...yeah yada yada yeah.
While in Laughlin...my bike bag had a pin on it. the pin a gift from a friend. the pin says: "i do very bad things"
a nice looking couple noted the pin and asked me what I did that was bad. I paused, unable to think of anything specific...
the man replies: "you didn't buy yourself that pin did you?" I smile...like the poser I was feeling like and said "nope! twas a gift"
The woman smiles at me, noting the top I was wearing; a olive green fishnet, long sleeved shell over a black, tiny triangle top and says: (in an effort, I think to help me save face) "well, wearing that shirt might be considerd bad...naughty"
I winked...smiled and said..."yep! plus, they won't let me wear it to the PTA meetings anymore"
Today...one week later...I can poke some more fun at myself for being a "wannabe biker", a posuer, a weekend warrior of sorts...
Sunday morning...my 7 year old will don her chaps (itty bitty chaps) and her pink leather jacket. I will gear up, the mister will as well...
we're gonna jump on our hogs! (whoa...roaaar!) lower the sunglasses...ooooh coool... and take a ride to the Orange County fairgrounds...
We're going to the "home and garden show"!
I'm SO hardcore!
plbbbbt!