SpeedyManiac said:
Frudaddy, what's the trick to finding (or training) a girl like that?
The trick is picking the right one from the beginning. :cool:
Before I met my wife, I had a very serious girlfriend. We dated for a long time and things were just getting serious when I bought myself a motorcycle. It was a BSA C-15 and I was very proud of it. I rode it over to Kathys house, (we'll call her Kathy because that was her name.) and I was very excited to show it to her and maybe take her for a ride on it.
Well, she took one look at it and said, " I don't like motorcycles or the people that ride them." :fft:
I said, "Ok, see ya." And I left. A few days later she called and wanted to know why I hadn't called her or come over to see her. I told her that if she didn't like people that rode motorcycles then she wouldn't like me. That was the last time I talked to her.
A couple of years later I met my 1st wife. Actually she is my only wife but I like to call her my 1st wife because it keeps her on her toes. ;) I met her at the home of one of my early sponsors. Love at first sight. I offered to take her to a race at Perris. She ran home and told her mom, "MOM, he's taking me to a motorcycle race in Paris this weekend." I hope she wasn't too disappointed when it turned out to be in Perris California.
The first race I took her to was the first race that I ever won. I figured at the time, this one's a keeper. She has followed me all around this great country, sitting in dusty grandstands, sleeping in vans, KOA campgrounds and cheering me on. For the first 15 years of our married life she spent every friday night at Ascot Park in Gardena and most every Sunday at a track supporting me. It's 42 years later and she still comes out and supports our grandson at many of the same tracks that I rode on.
A few weeks ago I was doing a final tune on an old vintage Triumph with open megaphones on it. (Similar to the ones I used to race.) It was sitting in the shop idling, going badump, badump, badump. I looked up and noticed my wife standing there in the doorway to the shop with a big grin on her face. When I shut the Triumph off, she looked at me and said, "God I miss that sound".
God I love that woman. :nod:
BTW, Kathy continued to call my mom for years after I was married. She would talk about her problems with her many husbands and her divorces. Last I saw her was at a class reunion. She was newly divorced and about 250 lbs.
I guess things really do happen for a reason.
Ol'89r