Against My Better Judgment

This dumb picture is not the topic of my post, but it makes me laugh and shows truly how big of an idiot I sometime can be (makes me giggle too...I look tired and Luke looks like he is in desparate need of a shave). And, you are not getting a picture of me on the back of Luke's motorcycle...ever. That brings me to my topic. I rode Luke's motorcycle. Why? Probably a combination of the margarita I had at dinner and Luke's perpetual whining about me riding the stupid thing.

I HATE riding the thing. Passionately. I went around the neighborhood once, nearly cried while squeezing the life out of Luke, thinking about how I would look with road rash and very cognizant that no woman's bum looks good on the back of a motorcycle. I know some people are into it - more power to you and please wear protective gear.

Anyways against my better judgment I agreed to ride over to our friend's house last night...on the back of a motorcycle...wearing a pea coat, my sunglasses, and the dumbest looking helmet on the face of the planet. Seriously, wearing that helmet is the closest I will ever come to looking like one of those shell critters on Mario (insert the mario music theme here ___). I sing that to myself every time I see that dumb helmet. Did I mention it was after 8pm and DARK and our friends live five miles away. And, we actually have to drive on a fairly busy street to get there. Luke said he would go slow (famous last words). In my mind that meant he would drive at least 15 miles UNDER the posted speed limit (45 in case you are wondering). When I pried my eyes open to glance at the odometer...he was SPEEDING. My cheeks were flapping in the wind, my eyes were tearing up and I was freezing (did I mention that it was night...and it has already snowed twice this week?)...and my husband who I was trusting not to KILL ME was SPEEDING.

And this gets better...we left our friends house late (as in I haven't stayed up that late in years). After 2am...there was ICE on the windshields of the cars...the motorcycle seat was WET...it was cold. So, here I am after 2 am...still wearing the pea coat, cute little pink shoes, no socks, snazzy fashionable sunglasses (yep that made sense at 2 in the morning), dumb mario helmet, no gloves, attmepting not to squeeze the life out of the driver, with a wet bum, chattering teeth, frostbitten hands, rapidly praying, on the back of a vehicle that I know is the most UNSAFE form of transportation ever invented. I made it home jumped in a shower as hot as I could stand, thanked Jesus for answering prayer, reflected on my bad judgment, and counted the whole evening as a lesson learned.

Never EVER again.

Never.

I mean it.

Luke thinks sunlight will make a difference. Nope...I will just see the ground more clearly. Never. Ever. Again.

So, the stupid picture above makes me think that a mustache, similar to motorcycle riding is a bad choice. Oh great, I just heard a motorcycle gang ride by, I hope Luke doesn't get any ideas.