This past weekend was supposed to be a long ride to Pittsburgh for another chapter’s up-date. Last week on Tuesday my honey took off for points south to bury a fellow brother in the biker club. While on the return, scenic route home they learned another brother had died in an accident in Memphis and they turned around and headed that way. My baby put 2500+ miles on the road. Because the funeral was going to be Saturday, it meant I wasn’t going to see him after all. I suddenly realized just how much I really do love him already, I was hurting with him so far away, and couldn’t stand it. So, I contacted one of his brotherhood and asked him to find me a way down to Memphis with them, I just had to be with him.
That is how I ended up first sitting in a rest area for nearly 3 hours. The group was meeting up with members of other chapters there, then riding toward Memphis together. My poor mom was sure I was going to be an episode of Criminal Minds, leaving me in a rest area by the high way, subject to anyone that came along. She should have seen who came and picked me up! They would have scared most looking at them. And yet I was completely safe and protected in their midst.
I got on the back of a Harley Sportster with someone who had a name that included ‘Crazy’ as a part of it and headed for Memphis. I caught site of the speedometer once, we’ll just leave it at they ride fast and cover miles very quickly. Kind of ride like they stole the bikes. But I didn’t care, I was headed to my honey and couldn’t get to him fast enough. Several stops for gas and food along the way, before we rolled in to Jackson, Tennessee and got hotel rooms. I had hoped for straight to Memphis, but now I’d have to wait one more night! :( I did not complain, they had taken me this far, ensured I was warm (I was given a coat to wear at one point despite saying I was fine – must have been obvious I was freezing). One of the guys made sure I got to my room then told me that under no circumstances was I to open my hotel room door for anyone other than my man or him. If anyone came to my door I was to call his phone immediately and keep the door locked. I felt like I had body guards! They are seriously protective of their own and each others women.
I did not sleep well, I was longing for my man, it was 3am when I was all checked in, and I was in a strange place. But I did the best I could and still refused to whine about it. I even had to go all ninja on a giant June Bug, biggest one I had ever seen, that snuck in to the room with me, without any assistance. It is now a long gone smoosh, ha!
The next morning we headed to the funeral home to meet up with the rest and attend the funeral in Memphis. I was like a caged animal waiting for my honey, I just needed one good hug and I knew I’d be okay. The wife of the chapter’s VP gave me a big hug and said she knew it wasn’t the same but she’d hug me for the time being. She is awesome. I finally got to see him, got my big hug, and then, as he is a probate at this point, had to wait for later to have him to myself. I will leave out the details, but it was a wild night once we landed behind closed doors.
Coming home, while it is fast miles under the tires, I felt so much better. I was wrapped around my man this time. One small mishap after we got into Kentucky resulted in my backpack and our helmets vanishing off the bike on to the highway but still, I cannot whine or complain. It could have been worse, had I been leaning back I’d have been off the back and under cars and trucks, so no big deal. Just some clothes, makeup and my Kindle. I have what I want.
What do I want? A man, a REAL man, who is strong, tough, a bad boy, but a good man, who loves me as I am and doesn’t want me to change one bit. He doesn’t care that I like to put pink in my hair, he thinks anything I do is hot and doesn’t give a hoot what color I wear it or if I cut it all off. Ink? OH he loves that I want more and is designing my next tattoo. He doesn’t care if I have on my makeup or if I’m just rolling out of bed with an award winning bed head style, he tells me he thinks I am beautiful. He doesn’t care that I have a temper, he likes knowing his woman can take care of herself and hold her own. He loves that I can dress up and be a totally class act from head to toe, or dress down in raggy jeans, a tank top, rolling on the back of his Harley and cuss to the point of making a trucker blush. He loves that I am a lady, and yet a bad girl. And that I can be a little freaky now and then too. He even loved that I rolled 1000 miles this weekend and never complained even when, after the mishap, I had to hang on so tight without support behind me at 85-90mph, that my leg muscles locked up and I needed help getting on and off the bike, in so much pain I wanted to cry. I kept my big girl panties on and just rolled with it.
So, when nationals come along, and he is fully patched this summer….yes there are wedding bells in the Marvelous one’s future. As in this summer, at Nationals if the plans come together. That or as soon as we return home.
Is it fast? You bet. But then at just a month shy of turning 49, and two marriages and a bunch of ex loves under my belt, I know what I want, I’ve been looking for this for a long time. He feels the same. Even have the rings picked out already, the inscriptions for the rings, and the vows. We both waited way too long to find someone that didn’t want to treat us like a menu, where they could pick the parts they wanted and have the rest held back. We know the good, the bad and the ugly of each other, and it’s perfectly okay with us that the other is perfectly imperfect.