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Motorcycle In The House? No Way, Never, Not Gonna Happen!
Tuesday, November 1, 2005
Many, many years ago, on my lunch hour , I visited a girlfriend at her new home and to meet her significant other. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed a couple of bikes sitting outside and thought, hey, cool, they ride. I didn't ride way back then, but sure did want to!
As I got out of the car and walked up the driveway towards the house, I noticed bike parts scattered about between the house and garage. I thought to myself I sure hope she's planning on making the guys clean this up! She had only lived there a few months, and I figured it was just taking some time for her to get "a woman’s touch" on the place.
She greeted me at the door and we went directly into the kitchen. Nice kitchen! Bright and cheery and immaculate, just the way I remembered her other house. She was making sandwiches for the guys as I arrived so we took them downstairs when she was finished. Her boyfriends brother was sitting at a table in the middle of the room, working on a carburetor. Ok, its the basement, its a little chilly out and his day off. Whatever.
As she laid the plate down on the table, he brushed his hands off on his jeans and then picked up the sandwich. Oooh gross! I had seen enough of him. Back upstairs we went.
Time for a tour of the house! The living room was off of the kitchen but you could only see a small bit of it. As we walked into the living room, there they were. Two motorcycles! I couldn't believe it. I couldn’t believe she let that happen in her house! She was the kind of person that didn't have a junk drawer, if you know what I mean. One of the bikes was in quite a few pieces and I suspected the carburetor, that the gas-soaked-sandwich-eater was working on, belonged to it. The other was fully assembled, just sitting there, as pretty as could be.
When you see something like that for the first time, it sticks with you. I had heard stories about guys having bikes in the house, but until you actually experience it, it just that, a story.
Fast forward to 2004. Lover and I stopped by to see how a friend was feeling who had just recently had some surgery. The garage door was open and there he was reaching for a tool. I'm shaking my head as I can clearly imagine the doctor say, "Take it easy for a few weeks."
He starts to tell us he bought another bike and I'm wondering where he is going to put it. There are already four bikes and a trike in this single car garage, barley enough room to move around. Yes, you guessed it, it's in the living room. It needed some work and with his limited capacity from the surgery, he needed a comfortable place to work on it.
I smiled, thought back about my girlfriend from years ago, and figured it was just one of those "guy things" I had to accept as, well, a guy thing.
This past March, I got the urge to get my bike super clean for the upcoming riding season. There's no heat in the garage and I don't like being cold. It was driving me crazy thinking about the dirt (and most likely grass) left from riding around in the yard while I was learning to ride the previous fall.
Lover suggested that I bring the bike in the house where it was nice and toasty. Yeah right, I'm not putting a motorcycle in MY living room.
I spent two days removing dried up mud and grass from my crashes. Years of grim from the small oil leak and shined the chrome to a mirror like finish. I was happy, my bike was clean and I realized why guys put motorcycles in their house.
One never fully understands these things until you experience it for yourself.
