The beloved Vespa no longer resides in our care. The picture is from its coming home party back in Aug 2007. Ethan wiped his single lonely tear right before moving up to bigger and better things.

A Harley Davidson. Yup, you heard me right. A HARLEY DAVIDSON (I said it loud, just in case you didnt hear me.) It is a BEAUTIFUL burnt orange and black Nightster. And let me tell you, I feel a million times better about him being on the road at night (or at all for that matter) on this than I do the Vespa, any day.

Now, because I am afraid of making a fool out of myself trying to talk motorcycle talk when I haven’t even ridden it yet, I leave the specs to Ethan.

Doesnt he look good?
I cant wait to take the motorcycle class!! Then we will be fighten for the Harley love. HA! I just pictured us driving up to a venue on matching bikes to see…oh i dont know….. Vampire Weekend, or some equally pansy feeling music group.

My friend Marylynn and I have had this plan for a few years that when our kids are grown (with kids of their own) and our husbands have gone, we will live together as grumpy, fun-loving old ladies. We will yell at people walking past our lawn “GET OFF THE DAMN GRASS!” with a shaking fist in the air, trying to hold back the laughter. We will be the ladies with to much perfume and make-up, wearing floral moo-moos with huge beaded necklaces and orthopedic sandals while we hand out gum to kids at church. Especially if their parents aren’t lookin, but we know it wont hurt em. Now that I own a Harley, I have been having seconds thoughts. The other choice is to turn into someone’s “Old Lady” getting things like “HOT MAMA” air-bushed on my gas as I do a tribute ride to Ethan every year and let the wind dry my tears. Hmmm… tough decision. What if I do both? I could wear a heat resistant moo-moo (lets me practical here), with tan orthopedic biker boots as I ride into the church parking lot, taking off my helmet to expose my neck brace which is multiple strands of bulging red beads. Lots of em. I would totally win the hearts of the little kids making them easier to bribe them with gum. hmmm….. Marylynn, I think our plans need a little altering.