It’s Not If; It’s When (Part I)

If you are a motorcyclist or motorcycle enthusiast, you’ve probably heard the phrase: “It’s not IF you’re going to be in an accident; it’s WHEN.”

Jimmy’s first bike, a Honda 250 El Sonora

The hubby has loved motorcycles since he was a kid when he borrowed a friend’s mini-bike and ran it through a neighbor’s chain-link fence.  Against his parents’ wishes, he bought a dirt bike just as soon as he moved away from home,  and he has found a way to be a motorcycle owner most of our almost-35-year marriage.

Jimmy’s Honda 1100 Sabre in Silverton, Colorado

His bikes of choice have always been made by Honda.  We even towed a couple of them to Colorado so he could ride the mountain roads.  After a four-day tour around the state, I must say that there’s nothing quite like taking those corners and feeling like a participant in the mountain splendor, not just a spectator from inside a car.

The dream bike, 2002 Honda Valkyrie 1520
A few years ago we discovered the “Million Dollar Highway” and Independence Pass with him driving and me on the back of his motorcycle, weathering thunderstorms and sleet with nothing but thin rainsuits and helmets between us and the elements.  I never in a million years thought I was adventurous enough to take a four-day motorcycle tour, and I still can’t believe I did it, but it was an exhilarating experience that I will never forget!

Even Mama (meself) can pretend she drives it!
He was able to purchase the bike of his dreams before that trip: a 2002 Honda Valkyrie that rides like a dream and is as tough as a tank!  That bike has saved us in gasoline costs as an alternate ride to work for him and it has even withstood not one, but three encounters with deer without Jimmy losing control of the bike!

We love this photo!  It snowed on us in July!
But as they say, “It’s not if, it’s when,” and apparently no one is immune forever, because unfortunately, the “when” arrived.

Stay tuned. . .



AT HOME MONDAY: Cleaning closets. . .

Cleaning closets is NOT my favorite thing to do.  When we added a master bedroom and closet onto our 1961 cottage/ranch frame house back in 1999, all I could think of was how much more space we would have in our closet.  I mean, we could actually walk in and shut the door behind us!  Walk-in closets were standard for many, but for us it was a luxury 
finally achieved.  

Little did I know that “all that space” would soon become filled just like my small closet had in what was now my daughter’s room.  Just like gas molecules fill the volume of the space they are in, our stuff filled the new closet in no time flat.  Yes, I could still see my clothes and shoes better, and there was actually space to move, and even room for a tall chest of drawers, but all available corners, floors, rods, shelves, and drawers were soon occupied.

I am good at purging occasionally, but hubby does not allow me to touch his things, so the only thing I can do with him is remove outdated or outgrown (wink) clothes.  When I discovered what great storage pieces vintage suitcases could be, I added those to hold old calendars, out-of-season clothing and shoes, and motorcycle and hunting gear.  But with no labels we soon forgot what was in the suitcases!

Today I fixed all that!  I had lots of tags left over from Natalie’s wedding so I decided to utilize those on the suitcase handles as labels.  I’m pleased with the results, although I need to slow down and clean up my edges a bit.  I didn’t think to take photos before I started cleaning, but just imagine half the stuff on the floor from when I yanked down and emptied suitcases to 
use in the wedding.

Hats and motorcycle gear. . .
House deed, etc. plus a hatbox with scarves, etc.
This tall chest of drawers holds my  jewelry, belts, and scarves.

Hats, bags, more jewelry, and my tree stand harness!

I repainted and mod podged this little dresser myself!  A vintage suitcase holding odds and ends
fits perfectly where the middle drawer used to be!
Now.  I wonder how long I can keep 
it this way?  And now I see how mismatched all my hangers are. . .sigh. . .



Pride and sadness. . .

You may have heard of the tragic accident that claimed the life of a young man who

stopped on the side of a Florida highway to assist a stranded motorist.
As he stepped to the driver side window, another vehicle slammed into them,
killing the young man who happened to be one of my former students
and one of my son’s childhood friends.
I also taught with his mother in the high school Mark and my children attended.
Please pray for this distraught family, and please pay attention when you drive!

Here’s a link to an article describing the tragedy:
 Mark is second from left; my son Matt is third from left.
Mark at high school graduation, a proud moment for his mother and me!
What a privilege to have known this young man.  May we meet again someday. . .