The Motorcycle Ride To and From the Medieval Fair

I was so excited; I finally planned a ride and even got my wife Kristy, brother-in-law Eddie, two sister-in-laws Joanne, and Fonda to ride along with me. Navarre to Geneva is a pretty long drive and I pick a slower state route for a nice cruse. Despite the fact the scenery was very nice the trip seemed to be a little much for the girls.

I guess I tend to forget not everyone loves to ride like me. I will take my Buell Ulysses over my car any chance I get. Even Eddie does not battle the cold mornings in order to drive to work, although he never complained about the length of the ride. Then of course there is me with my heated suit so I can ride to work provided it is not snowing or raining, and if I did not work in an office I would probably ride to work in the rain. Eddie's wife Joanne had been off work riding a horse in as wagon master for a full week in wagon train even. Fonda had not even sat on you bike yet this year.

Despite a couple longer then expected breaks and some soar bottoms we made it to my friend Josh's house (who lived within fifth teen minutes of the fair). At the fair we were either on our feet or on wood bleachers.

Due to the fact everyone was a little tired and a little stiff my route was out voted for a faster one. Kristy my wife and passenger could not seem to get comfortable, and for the first part of the ride home continuously shifted her riding position around: even in corners. When we stopped to eat and gas up I let her know that was not going to fly unless she wanted us to die. Having next to control over my bike is about as appealing to me as going left of center on the road while getting my manly parts smashed into my airbox. Of course my strong request backfired when Kristy took it to heart and tried to ride stiff as a board the rest of the way home. She got so soar her was about in tears.

At our last gas stop 10 minutes from our house my sister-in-law misjudged putting her kick stand down. It snapped up as her of the bike toppled over. This happened while I was trying to help Kristy off the back of my bike, and made it tough for me to get there quickly. As Eddie, Joanne, and I stood up Fonda's Sportster looking at her with her arms spread out flat it really hit home that not everyone was cut out for long all day trips.

The pride and excitement of my first big motorcycle trip was killed with the thought not everyone could really enjoy it. Kristy's enthusiasm for long trips would forever parish, along with my dream of us taking weekend long riding and camp trips. Worse yet then choosing what vehicle to take to the movies or whatever my wife usually suggests the car anymore. I can only hope that her excitement for riding will someday return.