Biker Girl

My husband has been wanting a motorcycle forever, well at least since he moved back to the States for college and then we got married. Well, he finally got his wish! Living out at camp in the Philippines, we needed something to help us get around, and a wonderful supporting church helped us with the funds to purchase a bike. It helps a ton in getting us around camp and quick trips to the store.
You can typically see all four of us riding through camp like this!

You should see us when we head to the pool…picture a huge Lightening MacQueen baby float and towels added to our arms and front of the bike. Don’t worry! We don’t ride off property like this or at all!

And I got to learn how to ride! Okay, so I’m not very good and I’m embarrassingly slow because the sheer power of the bike intimidates me a bit, but hey a girl’s gotta start somewhere! Of course my second time on the bike also added to my bit of apprehension!
There I was, ecstatic over my newfound ability to ride a motorcycle, feeling like I’m on top of the world and relishing John pushing the kids in the stroller while I was blissfully riding the motorcycle – a dream come true! I felt so cool! In fact, I felt so great, when I got back to our house, I decided to turn around and head back to where John and the kids were just to show off a little. This meant I had to turn the bike around again when I got to him so I could head home for the second time – a skill I am still learning and need a LOT, did I mention a LOT of space to perform. So, the inevitable happened, as I was turning around I crashed right into a flower barrel right and messed up the side our brand new bike.
I felt so bad! So bad in fact that I didn’t know what else to do but burst out laughing! I really am sorry, honey! Thanks for taking it so well!
If my own humiliation wasn’t enough, every time my son gets on the bike he announces, “Oh no Daddy, Mommy broke the bike!”
Lessons anyone?