The Hog

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My sailor rides a motorcycle.

I’m not motorcycle chick material. I’ve never ridden on the back of his motorcycle. I don’t even like to watch him ride. It seems so dangerous. Cruising along with nothing but a helmet between his brain and the pavement–there’s such scope for disaster. I can’t even think about it too much.

So he was surprised (in a good way) when I approached him with a grin.

“I’ve found the perfect bike for myself! We can finally go for long rides on lonely highways together!”

“You’ve seen a motorcycle you like?”

I nodded, waving my phone in his face so he could see the photo.

“You took a picture of a motorcycle?” Now I had his attention.

“Isn’t it cute?”

“It’s more runs to the mall than cross county rides.”

“Perfect! It meets both our needs! We can finally share my love of shopping!”

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8 thoughts on “The Hog

  1. Ok, the photo followed by…’My sailor rides a motorcycle’ had me very concerned for your sailor. Glad to know it was yours and not his. (Bad enough us tar’s have a weird image as it is).

    • Your comment made me (and my sailor) laugh out loud. Until you pointed it out I hadn’t realized the picture placement and first sentence made it sound like my sailor rides that pretty pink “Hog.” Oops! 🙂 Be assured his motorcycle is slightly less cute and a touch tougher. (Although I’m sure he’d look dashing on that pink princess bike!)

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