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I met her the way some meet a new love. A good friend(John) said,
"Hey,My son has an old bike. You want to meet her?" I laughed,nervous, but I took her number anyway.
I slipped away to see her one night. My excuse was flimsy, at best. My excitement was at a fever pitch.
At first glance,she wasnt much to look at. Dirty, neglected, down on her luck,and she had the smell of old gas. I knew she was going to be "high maintanance", but what could one look hurt? Besides, she was free, and so was I. The night was clear and warm, the kind of fall night we all remember.It was a special night.My friend's were all there, and we were looking forward to a good time.The beer was flowing freely, and the conversation was ripe with stories of rides of the past, and future.
"Let's load her up and go" someone said, and off we went.Into the warm Illinois night with someone new, right behind us, on the trailer.
It was a tense moment when I introduced her to my wife."How could you love someone like her"? she cried, as I took her gently into my garage."She is so old, and dirty."
I tried to comfort my wife with stories of the past, but all she could think of was my new found love.Little did she know what the future would hold, for the three of us.
Little by little, my new love found her way into our life.Piece by piece,I rebuilt her. I learned about her, and she about me. Soon, she came into our bedroom.She took up only a small amount of space, but her presance was not accepted. In fact there was resentment shown for her, and the love I was showing her. I spent money on her willingly.Never allowing the price to come between us. If she wanted, or needed anything, I bought it without hesitation.My love was never ending, my time never limited.I read about her constantly when we were apart. Over time,my wife started to accept her. In fact she even started to look forward to our time together, as a threesome, however she still refuses to touch her without me present.
Although she still think's I spend too much time and money on "the other one", tonight was something special.
I got them both together, in my garage. Again, the drink's and conversation were flowing freely. My first love had wine, my second,92 octane. As my hand gently found her "start button", and the sound's, and smell's, of combustion begin to fill the air, a smile crossed my wife's face. I realized that she, too, had found something special.Something we had lost years ago.The love for the open road! Soon, we will all be together, riding as we had befor. Befor Kid's, and responsibility.
Befor job pressure, and life, caused us to loose track of what was really important.
To be free, and to ride. With the wind in our face, and nothing in front of us but the future!
Thank you all. Without your help this would still be a dream.
************************SPLASH******************
"Hey,My son has an old bike. You want to meet her?" I laughed,nervous, but I took her number anyway.
I slipped away to see her one night. My excuse was flimsy, at best. My excitement was at a fever pitch.
At first glance,she wasnt much to look at. Dirty, neglected, down on her luck,and she had the smell of old gas. I knew she was going to be "high maintanance", but what could one look hurt? Besides, she was free, and so was I. The night was clear and warm, the kind of fall night we all remember.It was a special night.My friend's were all there, and we were looking forward to a good time.The beer was flowing freely, and the conversation was ripe with stories of rides of the past, and future.
"Let's load her up and go" someone said, and off we went.Into the warm Illinois night with someone new, right behind us, on the trailer.
It was a tense moment when I introduced her to my wife."How could you love someone like her"? she cried, as I took her gently into my garage."She is so old, and dirty."
I tried to comfort my wife with stories of the past, but all she could think of was my new found love.Little did she know what the future would hold, for the three of us.
Little by little, my new love found her way into our life.Piece by piece,I rebuilt her. I learned about her, and she about me. Soon, she came into our bedroom.She took up only a small amount of space, but her presance was not accepted. In fact there was resentment shown for her, and the love I was showing her. I spent money on her willingly.Never allowing the price to come between us. If she wanted, or needed anything, I bought it without hesitation.My love was never ending, my time never limited.I read about her constantly when we were apart. Over time,my wife started to accept her. In fact she even started to look forward to our time together, as a threesome, however she still refuses to touch her without me present.
Although she still think's I spend too much time and money on "the other one", tonight was something special.
I got them both together, in my garage. Again, the drink's and conversation were flowing freely. My first love had wine, my second,92 octane. As my hand gently found her "start button", and the sound's, and smell's, of combustion begin to fill the air, a smile crossed my wife's face. I realized that she, too, had found something special.Something we had lost years ago.The love for the open road! Soon, we will all be together, riding as we had befor. Befor Kid's, and responsibility.
Befor job pressure, and life, caused us to loose track of what was really important.
To be free, and to ride. With the wind in our face, and nothing in front of us but the future!
Thank you all. Without your help this would still be a dream.
************************SPLASH******************
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