Before my husband and I met, he was kind of… a ‘bad boy’. You wouldn’t guess it looking at him today – and in fact, most people are shocked at me when I tell them that when him and I met – he had long(er) blonde hair…
This was us when we were first dating – about two months after we started dating in fact…
When we met – his driving record was… awful.
There’s no other way to put it.
He owned a motorcycle before we met – but couldn’t afford to keep the insurance on it.. because of all of his ‘naughtiness’ in it.
It took us the first five years of our marriage dealing with getting his driving record clean and our insurance down below $400/month.
He tells me every spring and pretty much any really nice weathered day that he misses having a motorcycle… Also usually in the summer he talks about how much cheaper it would be to fill his gas tank if he had a motorcycle.
I always shake my head and remind him of this terrible driving record. I mean – the man has a hard enough time keeping the speed limit in our car – let alone in a motorcycle!
I imagine therefore, that it would NOT be cheaper to have a motorcycle.
He made the mistake of telling me about his motorcycle and how he drove it on long trips through several states often times going crazy speeds and even having had a high-speed chases with his friends and the cops which involved road spikes – and having to spend a few days in jail.
To that my husband responds that he’s not going to be that crazy any more – and I truly do trust him – but I’d hate to have to get a phone call that he was in an accident and have to hire a motorcycle accident attorney just to get through all the information.
He says that he’d like to drive round and round the cloverleaves in the sun – just to feel the breeze.
I know that he thinks that he’s ‘better’ than all the other drivers on the road – and I do believe that he’s a great driver in comparison to others – but it’s only because he’s a very defensive driver. He avoids accidents and responds appropriately to the situations – which I am always thankful for.
But he can’t possibly avoid everything.
And that is why he will never again own a motorcycle – at least while I’m alive.
Meanwhile, he begs every year for me to allow him to ‘rent’ one for a few days…. I’m still thinking about it – but probably not.