Wasted Days and Wasted Nights and Wasted Weekends…

As the weather started warming up I was riding more and more. I didn’t have an endorsement but was scheduled to take the Motorcycle Safety course the first weekend in June. In the meantime I was riding to work everyday and cruising around on the weekends. Still looking for a group to tie in with and ride. When I bought the Sporty and my wife started talking to me again she had said she would never ride on the back. One evening a friend stops by the house with his FLH and convinced her to go for a ride. She climbed on the back of his bike and we all went for a cruise down through the park along the river. She had a pretty good time and decided it wasn’t so bad. She finally said she would ride with me after I passed the MSF Rider course and had gotten my endorsement.

The first week of June I took the course, passed it and got my endorsement. After much prodding I finally convinced my wife to go for a ride. She drove her truck down to the park, parked it and climbed on the back of the Sporty with me. We cruised down through the park and back. Pretty uneventful, which was a good thing. She slowly started riding more and more after that.

As for me, well I was happy she was riding with me but I was still looking for a group to ride with. I hadn’t been to church since I bought the Sporty, but weekends were when everyone was out and figured that was my best chance to meet up with other bikers. The weeks went on, still no group to ride with and slipping farther and farther away from God and church. Then one Sunday….