There's a time in a girl's life when push comes to shove and one doesn't always think it'll happen too close to home...but this naive old girl has just realized that it often happens mostly at home. And so I introduce you to our new family member: my husband's motorcycle.
There's no name to it and the least I will do for it all is have a customized set of license plates made for David to jazz it up. Not that it needs any. And the truth be it that after a few arguments before the conception of it all and during the planning and gestation of financing his pregnancy to purchase such a two-wheeler, I'm actually enjoying it as the official "pillion." Yes, I'm a pillion now, ayayay.
The plan is to make time for us together, riding along the gorgeous coastline of the Illawarra here in Oz on our motorbike--as the Aussie's call it--with my knitted-goods-in-progress safely tucked away in my backpack and a few bucks in the pocket with which to purchase some turkey-cranberry-with-avocado-on-sourdoughbread sandwiches on a sunny weekend day...and perhaps some yarn;)
That's romance David's way;)
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