S is for Shelley Stephen – two of ’em in fact. Since that letter is so prevalent in anything I do, I thought I’d start a running article on Sunday (or maybe even Saturday!) about stuff starting with S – we’ll see how long that limitation lasts! I’ll start this one out with a favorite S…
S is for … SPYDER!
My husband and I have never really been ‘toy’ people – no boats, bikes, jetskis – nothing like that.
However, for many years, I’d thought about a 3 wheeled motorcycle. There was a house on the way to my dad’s place that used to have some for sale in the yard. Every now and then I’d stop and take a look. And my husband, Terry, always argued with me, enough that I would drop the subject.
You might ask ‘why not a ‘real’ motorcycle, the kind with 2 wheels?’ Several reasons really. One is that it’s much harder to tip over a 3 wheeled one. I can be, uh, balance challenged shall we say. 3 wheels made more sense. They also seem safer from that perspective.
Fast forward a bunch of years. We were in Arkansas and I ended up at a motorcycle shop with two of our nephews. We talked about all kinds of stuff relating to bikes and it rekindled my interest. I brought up the subject with my husband again and, oddly, I didn’t get an argument. Hmmm…
When we got home from that trip, I went into research mode. What kind would be the best? How do you get licensed? What kind of training is there?
There are really two kinds – 2 in the front/one in the back and vice versa. After sitting on a few, and test driving a Spyder, that was the one for me! And after some thought and trials of motorcycles of the two wheeled variety, my husband got a Spyder too.
So the moral of this little story is don’t let your dreams die. They can come true unexpectedly even if it takes a really, really long time.
I’m outta here – it’s a great day for a ride!