Sunday, March 1, 2009

What! My Wife's A Virgin!

We’re going on our twenty first year of cohabitating. I’ve been a low-life biker type ever since she’s known me. Anyway, I needed a part for the washing machine. The Sears repair center in San Jose had it in stock, according to their web site. $300 – $400 for a new washer or $10 for the part and a 60 mile, each way, bike ride. No brainier – bike ride! So I ask the wife and she says sure, let go. Now the weather looks crappy. Cloudy a hell, just like yesterday, but still no rain. We get about 10 miles and the windshield starts getting wet. Yep, we’re heading right into the storm. Not bad, just heavy sprinkles. We get to San Jose and the place is closed. (I’ll call “customer service” and complain about bad info on the web site tomorrow. They have always been open 11 - 4 on Sundays.) We turn around and head back. Rain all the way home. Pretty good can’t see through the windshield rain. I love it. Carolyn says nothing, just slides up closer.

This is where the virgin part comes into play. We get home, we’re in the garage taking our leathers off, and she says, “You know this is the first time I’ve been out in the rain”. After I thought about it for a while, I decide she’s right. My wife was a “virgin rain rider”. How the hell did that happen? Thinking back, it seems she’s had 20 years worth of excuses every time the weather went tits-up. You know: shopping, cooking, cleaning or some other lame excuse. Well those days are over. She’s not a rain rider virgin anymore. I go out in the rain; she goes out in the rain. Or I’ll shut up and go by myself if she says so. I’ll say one thing, if you have to lose your rain virginity, doing it hard and fast at 85 MPH on CA 101 aint a bad way to go.





8 comments:

B.B. said...

Yeah Carol!

Ann said...

I had a trip in the rain a few months back. I was pretty drunk, and didn't think it was all that bad. Big D was taking the brunt of it, though. And when you're sober, and have no helmets on, rain is no fun at all. :)

chessie said...

The 101? LOL poor girl, I hate the 101, that groved cement about tears me up, after a few miles on that, my ears have collected enough soot and tire waste, that yes Virgina...she can grow potoatos in those ears! Couldn't imagine how fast they would sprout if I added water from a rainstorm!

I'm glad she actually seemed to enjoy it...she didn't complain! Whhooo, aint life grand?

Torch said...

Whew, I thought this story was going someplace else when you got her with the bike back to the garage! Should have known that happened a long time ago. lol.

Ride on,
Torch

FLHX_Dave said...

I thought you said she was always wet! "You have been a liar to me bro."

Nice ride. Slippery when wet. You're a dirty cherry popper.

What is cool about this is that just when you think you have "been there and done that" there is something that has yet to be done. Always time for a first time.

Lady Ridesalot said...

Carol finally got her water wings. Woo Hoo! She's pretty smooth if your just figuring that out! Either that... or your just very observant! LOL!

Willy D said...

B.B.: Reminded me of the story of you riding across the pass in the snow with no jacket. Tough girls.

Ann: Drunk with a wind break in front of you, yea, you probably didn’t feel a thing. ;)

chessie: Grooved roads and steel decked bridges. Hate um both.

Torch: Whew, but you kept on reading, didn’t you :]

Dave: What I said was “wet behind the ears”. (Don’t tell her I said that).

Lady R: I think it’s one of those “twisted around her little finger” things. ;}

B.B. said...

Yeah, the snow was quite an experience. The boys were whining, but I wasn't going to say a peep!