He's How Old?

05/2003

Feeling rather restless one Tuesday morning, I pulled myself out of bed, powdered my face, and went skeet shooting. Not satisfied, I put the top down and drove straight to the batting cages where I hit 300 home runs. Still unsettled, having never ridden a motorcycle, I decided to take a Harley for a test drive.

Rest assured, I was wearing lipstick during all of the above-mentioned activities, but in spite of my new great shade of pink, nothing worked. Nothing eased my discontent.

I can’t really explain why I was so restless but suffice it to say it had to do with a Certain Someone and a certain bet I lost recently.

The skeet shooting was a lesson in humility. I was completely lame but determined to improve. Some people would say I sucked. Okay, even I would say I sucked and I don’t use that word. At the batting cages I found total redemption because I mean what I say about the 300 home runs.

And the Harley…well, I rode the Harley and I mean rode the Harley. I understand now. Everything they say about the bike is true. I’m one with Jay Leno.

I heard a guy behind me snicker, “I can’t see her on the back of a bike,” but he was wrong. Sure, I like to drive, but I’d happily stay on the back of the bike for the right man. And, I know more than the average girly girl about Bike Week, Sturgis and the sound. Besides which, my new favorite song is “Chrome” by Trace Adkins and I’m longing for a V-Rod of my very own.

That Tuesday evening I was unable to enjoy my nightly routine of watching the local news, the national news and Entertainment Tonight, followed by a relaxing hot tub paired with a glass of wine because I was still irritated by that lost bet. Also, I was enthralled by my new passion, Harley, an attraction my closest friends would never suspect.

According to my research, Harley has a birthday coming up. He’ll be 100. I’m no Anna Nicole, but I’m in love and I plan to celebrate somehow some way.

In the days and weeks following that uncomfortable Tuesday on which I played hooky from all responsibility, I learned a lot about myself, others, gratitude, forgiveness, and the power of new shoes.

And in case you care to know, I’m no longer restless. I’m at peace. It’s been two months since that Tuesday morning. Today I can shoot skeet and hit a home run, but best of all…I’ve got a pretty little pink Harley sittin’ in my garage thanks to…a Certain Someone and a certain bet he lost recently.