Dr. Rich
Arrested Development
About two and a half years ago my wife and I were in a motorcycle shop in Vallejo California. During most of our 34-year marriage, she was the backseat rider on whatever bike was my current two-wheeled passion. A petite woman, she had always felt that a cycle was way beyond her physical comfort level. While wandering around the shop, she walked over to a shiny new silver Honda Shadow, straddled it comfortably, and let me know that if she ever learned to ride, this would be the bike. Needless to say I went back the next day and bought the bike and challenged her to learn to ride. Although she got the basics in a motorcycle safety class, the true confidence that it takes to become a real rider evolved over many weekends in the community college parking lot doing turns, figure eights and emergency stops, and short trips we would take together on nearby country roads. She has evolved into a wonderfully talented rider, and we now spend many weekends exploring northern California counties. Motorcycles have become a common thread in the tapestry of our family life, with both our son and daughter riding as well. It seems that every phone call with a what’s-new-in-college update, ends with a discussion about someone’s latest ride.
I was curious how many couples/ married/ engaged/ living together/ or just friends spend time riding up the road with their significant other riding alongside?
I was curious how many couples/ married/ engaged/ living together/ or just friends spend time riding up the road with their significant other riding alongside?