Ok, I don't get it...it's GOT to be one of those elusive "guy things", but I know (at least for my H, and I'm sure lots of others), just the two of us getting on a motorcyle and riding is a huge deal. Why? I dunno. If someone knows, please explain it to me, because I'd LOVE to know (H can't explain it, he just laughs when I ask). Believe it or not, my inlaws actually had "she won't go riding with me" as one of their biggest problems. It literally was the root of a LOT of their issues, and I can't figure that out...but they're divorced now, so obviously it was a big deal.
Any ideas? Thoughts? Opinions? Evil laughter?

Even from my girly perspective, here's the math.

Large engine + speed + risk = fun

So I really "get" motorcyles. Now if I could just figure out why shoes have such a magnetic attraction for me.

Dobie

Dobie, see, the "fun" aspect of it I can understand, and yes, even with girly math. I, for instance, am a boat fanatic (and none of those mamby-pamby bass boat wanna-be's either, I'm talking big, monster-HP, deep-hull, dual-outboard fishing boat--feel free to insert Tim-Allen-ish grunting here). Was raised on the water, my dad was a racer, and I absolutely LOVE the feeling of jumping another boat's wake and the wind and mist beating my face senseless. So yeah, the fun aspect of riding a motorcycle I can understand. Here's the deal tho--in my mind, that "fun" is an individual thing. H described it to me as a "freedom" deal. Ok, I'll bite. So why does sharing this "freedom" with someone straddling you just inches from your backside somehow constitute as intimacy?? Oh, wait... <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />...I think I answered my own question. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> I think I spent too much time on the water when I was younger....

Shoes? I dunno. That's one girly thing that skipped a generation in my family. My mom is a shoe hound and my daughter isn't far behind her, but me? A pair of tennies and a comfy pair of sandals (to wear on a boat, of course!) are all I need to be happy. Sorry, can't help ya!

ROFL! You answered it better than I could!

It's all about hooters pressed up against your back...

I'm learning to ride - my H has a bike and I bought one. So I'm trying. Alot of women down here are riding. It's fun! Not just for men - I love the speed and freedom as well. It is alot harder than it looks to learn but it is also a way to build my confidence after his A.

Jaye, unfortunately when H and I ride there isn't much of anything in the hooter dep't to be pressed up against his back (and even after four kiddos). That skipped a generation along with the shoe thing. Ah, well....maybe a good plastic surgeon in the future can fix that.
ANYhoo....must be the leather. It's GOT to be the leather! Please tell me the leather helps!?
I have promised him that I'm going to learn how to ride when we get back from Germany in three years (learning over there is a mite tricky because I have to have my license FIRST in the states before riding...uh, cart before the horse??), and I may understand a little better then. Of course, I also told him he needs to come to grips with the fact that I'm going to need him to get a boat too...and learn how to USE it! I'm so sick of bass fishing being my only option, I want to hook me a marlin!!!!

Sorry, slight digress there....still way too much tomboy in me I think.

Wise man say: It's the leather. If it's not one, it's the leather...

Riding is great. It's weirdly solitarily together. Don't know why.

Ok, had to share this one...we had our first motorcycle "double date", it was a BLAST! Most fun I've had in.....um, I don't remember, I haven't had much fun in a LOOOOOOOOOOONG time.

Little tips to share though:
1.Check the weather channel before heading out on an all-day ride.
2.If you MUST ride through hurricane rain bands (ok, color us clueless here in South GA, we weren't up to speed on Hurricane Dennis), make sure you're not wearing a white shirt!!!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> **although I think I may have made up for the lack of leather with that one wardrobe choice** <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />
3.Picking blackberries during a break in the ride is a great time-passer, but be sure to have something a little more substantial than a Wal-Mart bag to carry them home in! Vibration from the bike tends to make it look like you're carrying a bag of entrails... <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

Sorry, feeling silly today! Can you tell?

Glad you had a good time. Taking my daughter out for a spin tomorrow we'll see how it goes...

In Oregon, blackberries are a weed. We spend more time killing 'em than eating 'em... <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

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H and I have a great time riding together. It's the "Freedom", yes, the smells in the air, the wind in your hair! Just all around fun, Last Thurs., we took the bike the near by town, ate supper, enjoyed each other's company, and came home! We kisses on the back door step and came in the house! It felt like a real date! It was wonderful and, yes, always, check the weather channel before an all day event! RMFAO!

If you get a chance to rent a bike and ride the Alps with your husband, I think you'll understand. I went there on a motorcycle tour on my honeymoon and my wife "got" it.

I'm not sure what kind of bike your husband has, but hopefully it's something that is comfortable for you. And an intercom helps too.

See, that's the one thing I'd change. Love the Daytona, but it's really not comfortable to go on extended rides on the back of it.

It's cool that this thread revived. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

I enjoy riding motorcycles as long as I'm not driving but my DH always has to go too fast and do crazy things. If he's not pushing the envelope he's not having fun. And since I'm a chicken I get scared then I don't want to ride with him anymore. How can I explain to him that if he'd only just ride I'd ride with him all day long???

As for the Danger Part:
As I was flying over the handlebars of the last "Two Wheeled Impliment of Death", I promised to never to it again if I lived. I prefer a safer environment, but am for BJ's in the car driving down the road for adventure now.