Photo and text by: Corey Amaro
We rode over a hundred miles on *the uncomfortable, twenty year old, Honda 600 yesterday.
We rode pass men working in the vineyards.
We rode amongst mustard fields in full bloom.
We rode while red poppies waited to wake up and break through the turned soil.
We rode under a few clouds which added texture to a blue sky.
We rode until our butts hurt.
I rode with confidence and didn't squeeze French Husband's waist as tightly as I did before.
French Husband felt my ease and tempted my trust with tighter turns. I imagined dancing, and being dipped, it wasn't as scary that way.
We visited friends, had lunch, and when night fell we drove through the back roads home.
Three hours riding. Now the question is: Could I do this five or six hours everyday for three weeks?
The fact is: This morning my butt still hurts.
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* We are riding on this mean machine as a way to prepare for the possible Harley ride this summer. French Husband says, "If you can ride this mean machine, you can endure the Harley with ease."
But the real question is: Can my backside (with its cushioning) handle it?
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