Motorcycle dreaming

WHY settle for a scooter or a moped when you could be cruising through the traffic on a brand new Pagsta Roadsta, Choppa or Cruisa?

WHY wait for the bus when you can jump on your Pagsta and be there in no time? They’re so easy to drive, even easier to park!

WHY pay big bucks at the petrol bowser when you can fill your Pagsta on a handful of loose change?

Pagsta sums it up for the husband beautifully.

Now if i only could get him to take notice and agree to a Honda. The way i agreed to, and got, a Patrol without him so much as asking. And here i am, grovelling.

I won’t go into fairness of the situation. As i age the concept of fairness (as opposed to justice, which is not applicable here) seems to lose its meaning.

Girls often moan about the lack of reciprocation from male partners, a common vice of said men being the absolute inability to recognize/appreciate the effort that goes into the little things that make your life that much more pleasant. My long-suffering mate, who is about to be verbally slugged, is a prime of this species. After having lived together for more than half a decade now, he still, for instance, can’t be trusted to make coffee for me (when i drink it) that doesn’t taste like piss, because it involves too much strain on the brain to compute the complex science of pouring half the amount of water into my mug, that goes into his. I, on the other hand, am heralded with scandalized surprised when i give him a mug with liquid level too far from the rim. And let us not go into the outrage that greets me on the occasions when i’m dumb enough, to suggest that he do his own washing up sometimes. Washing your own crockery is women’s work, as we all know, an activity that gives a man OOS.

(One of my sisters greeted her new brother in law with “welcome to the family, you’ve really got yourself into shit now” when we first got married. There’s three of us girls in my family. We’re all ferocious and dominating and believe that male-bashing in relative moderation, is good for the soul. We’ve also had the fortune of marrying men who take it with good humour. So far.)

But it’s not about reciprocating the things one cannot perceive here. This is as straightforward as it gets - you get car, i get bike. We are equal, with you a little more equal in the world than i, and we are both happy.

There is a bright side to this though. As i was saying to the housemate, by the time i do get me a bike, i’ll have gotten my unlimited licence, which will then open another world, and a whole seperate period of obsession which will doubtess drive the husband completely loco. Looking through the Quokka and Autotrader without limiting my choices to bikes 250cc and below, is something i’m definitely looking forward to. And the way this year is winging by, it won’t be too long at all.

Wicked.

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It’s a long history of angst that i’m joining. From a thecarblog.com article:

Have you seen the Kawasaki Ninja (pictured)? Or the Harley Davidson VRSC? And don’t get me started about Suzuki’s. They’re all beautiful machines and I can see myself spending long hours on the weekends cleaning and waxing them.

So why do I hesitate?

Well, the big factor’s my spouse, who, when asked, said “No” in certain terms. And while a bike’s considerably less expensive than a new (or even used) car, it’s still a joint purchase….

…I know I’ll be in the dog house for the first few months as my spouse adjusts to the idea.

I’d need a new wardrobe. You don’t expose a $300 suit to wind.

Did I mention my spouse doesn’t like the idea?

From article: Time to Consider a Motorcycle?

And also, The Reason You Need Riding Lessons (video).