Over the weekend I got our bikes out, detailed them, making them shine like a new penny! I rode around the neighborhood on Saturday, as we spent the day shopping.
We bought odds and ends for the house, shoping at Hobby Lobby, Stockdales, and Lowe's. We were out most of the day and Debbie was a sweetie and took me out to dinner at our favorite Chinese resturant. It is funny going there, they know us on sight and always sit us at one of two tables, it never changes.
I stuffed myself with Sushi and Beef & Broccoli. The food was so fresh, so delicious. We spent hours there talking, deep heart breaking talk about Debbies lost son, Matthew. It was hard to hear her hurt, it poured out like a raging storm. She went into great detail of the relationship that occured at that time. I was powerless to hold her as we sat across from each other. I reached across the table to hold her free hand as the other was gently drying tears that fell like rain. The little waitress would silently slip by and refresh our drinks, it was as if she knew the agony that was pouring forth, ocassionally her hand would brush over Debbie as if sharing in her soul wrenching pain.
When we got home, that was when I made my sprint about the neighborhood. I came in and we piled up on the sofa with Maggie and enjoyed a wonderful night of being family.
Also over the weekend Debbie took it upon herself to take out the control box for the CeilHeat/Vent Fan combo. I was very prouod of her as she did this on her own and did not get shocked! I did express to her that perhaps it would be better to seal off the wires with electricians tape instead of the Duct tape. She took my advice and corrected the issue at hand. Then she put on a patch and layed on a coat of mud. My little girl did a great job! I am very prooud of her.
Sunday was a day most gloriouos! We had that rarest of rares, a couple of hours of pure alone adult time. It was simply amazing! Our bond seems so much stronger now. After snuggle time Debbie suggested we go out for an early dinner. I had commented on the sound of a few bikes that had screamed past, commenting on how they sounded like a "herd of angry bees". She giggled, and said we should ride to our favorite family resturant. I was bowled over as that is on the other side of town, almost to the State Line!
I went out and dusted off the bikes and fired them up. I thought about checking the fuel level on hers, as it has no fuel gauge, but I figured it should have plenty. I fired them up and let them idle till warm. As we rode down the main road, we stopped at a traffic light and Debbie said she was a bit chilly, wishing she had worn a long sleeve shirt under her Joe Rocket jacket. I suggested turning around to go get her liner or a heavier shirt, but she was the trooper and said no. About 3 miles down the road her right turn signal came on and I laughed to myself, I just knew were heading back home for that shirt.
As I pulled up beside her I killed the engine on my bike so we could talk.
She asked if I had changed anything on her bike as she just suddenly lost power.
I was in a panic!
Well it was s simple fix, yes, her Suzuki was out of fuel.
The place was safe so I left her there. I fired up my Harley and flew home. I quickly grabbed a fuel can, went and got some High Ocatne fuel and was back in a flash.
A splash of 2 gallons of fuel had her on the road again.
And I did bring her a long sleeve shirt too!
We both went and fueled up and then dashed across town to dine.
I was so proud of Debbie, she is gaining confidence on her bike. She leaned much better and rode faster than usual. She claims her "little" bike will not go more than 45, and that she refuses to ride at over 50 mile an hour. Well on that trip several times she had that bike in the wind running comfortably and confidently at almost 60 miles and hour! I was so proud of her!
Dinner was great, both of us eating far more than we should ahve, but it was just so good!
The ride home was great, almost home I opened up the Harley, passing her and winding out the bike. It felt magical sailing along at around 70 miles an hour.
It was a great weekend of just us. Debbie, and myself and Maggie, our little wonderful family.
I am happy!
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