At one time in my life, before becoming a mother, before becoming a 'wife of a dairyman', I was a Harley chick. The long rides out to the coast on a hot summer day will forever be remembered.
When riding a Harley, even when riding with friends, you're alone with your thoughts.....only because there is really no other choice. If you're a Harley owner yourself, you then know the first thing you do after purchasing a Harley is change out the factory exhaust system to very loud porker pipes.
Chatting is not an option. I really enjoyed riding, it was almost therapeutic for me......not to say I was in need of therapy or anything........you know what I mean, right?
Ever since becoming a mom, I have really had no time to ride. Yes, I could have gotten a babysitter and taken a ride...but is that something I would want to do on a regular basis? No.
I would rather take any scheduled babysitting time and spend it on a date with my husband, or with my girlfriends to catch up on the things that have been going on in their lives........not sitting on a Harley. It began to seem such a waste of time, riding a motorcycle......as I'm sure many moms can relate, I could be doing SO many other things instead, with that time.
So rather than letting the motorcycle just sit in my parent's barn and deteriorate,
