Yes here I am in full motorcycle gear, boiling hot, in our kitchen (I like how I match the decor!) Do you see the painted wall? I made the color by mixing a little taupe, grayish-green and a beige. I had to mix the paint, because the colors I bought just didn't cut the mustard, and I did not want to go buy more paint, so I mixed them. I have two more walls to paint, and have to create a matching color. Because silly me didn't mix enough paint the first time! Oh the life of a crazy person who does things coukaduc! (A family word for backwards.)
Anyway here I am in full motorcycle regalia: Motorcycle Mama!
Putting motorcycle gear on takes time, and taking it off is not much faster. I imagine this is how it felt to get dress in the Victorian era. A woman needed ten hours to put on her clothes, then four hours to walk around barely breathing because of the corset, and then another ten hours to get the clothes off.
Motorcycle Attire that I will wear every day or nearly everyday, depending on the weather:
A tee shirt,
a shirt,
Jeans,
a motorcycle jacket, that weighs a ton,
a helmet,
leather gloves,
a scarf,
pair of undergarments.
My new helmet, I can barely take it off by myself. I bought mine yesterday, it was hard it find a simple non-flashy, helmet without thunderbolts on it!
I want to find a hot pink daisy decal to put on the back of it…
Motor cycle helmet hair. Taking off my helmet reminded me to pack rubber bands. I am going to be wearing a ponytail for days to come.
French Husband told me we need to dress warm for our trip, because on a motorbike no matter how hot it is we will be cold. Some how I believed him… Though standing in the kitchen in middle of summer, dressed in black motorcycle gear, I was on fire! I started to doubt his wisdom of experience.
We could have steamed vegetables from the heat coming from me!
Helmet without thunderbolts, leather gloves, hot pink scarf…
Taken it off, one by one, I realized that when we are on the road, and when I see a amazing-must-stop-antique-shop, or coffee shop, or something that strikes my fancy, and if I can holler loud enough for French Husband to hear me, or if he can feel me tapping his shoulder to stop through all his motorcycle gear, well then if we stop, then I have to take all this motor cycle stuff off of me, and CARRY IT around since I cannot simple throw it in the back seat! I can tell you right now we ain't stopping unless it is absolutely necessary, which reminds me to pack a roll of toilet paper.
I also bought a pair of water proof pants (The man at the motorcycle shop brought out
an embarrassing large pair for me. I whispered to French Husband, "Is my butt
really that big?"
French Husband told me that it is important to have
water proof pants that you can put on quickly, since most of the time
you are riding when it starts to rain, and have to pull over and
quickly put your water proof gear on, and a bigger size makes it
easier." I winked at him and said, "How cute of you to avoid the question!"
Then I pulled French Husband closer, kissed his ear and whispered, "I think these pants are big enough for both of us." He liked that idea, and bought them on the spot. Lovely clown pants and romance in the rain!
Taking boots off, oh my gosh, it is a work out getting in and out of this motorcycle gear. Imagine taking boots off when I have socks on too.. another layered detail.
I think I am going to hem the pants… Because when I pull them up they go to my chest and still they are long enough to make a road from here to China!
This folks is what happens when a married couple, with children, who haven't been alone since god knows when, are given the opportunity to be by themselves.
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