DH just left for a 4 (more or less, depending) day motorcycle ride.
No sooner had he left when his aunt called.
When I told her he’d just left for a bike ride, she seemed suprised that he didn’t invite her husband, Uncle Cranky, and his brother, Dirk, since they have ridden together on these kinds of trips in the past. She seemed surprised and hurt.
I had to be honest with her and say I didn’t know if those two (dumb clucks) were invited (but I’m certain they were not). Now a tiny family scandal is developing.
Well, too bad for you.
Why a scandal?
Because…
DH doesn’t have a “cool” motorcycle, like those two yokels. He has a Kawasaki, or maybe its a Yamaha. Or maybe something else. I don’t know.
It’s true, DH doesn’t have a Harley.
Nor does he own any Harley Brand T-Shirts.
Nor does he own a Harley Brand helmet.
No does he own any Harley Brand boots.
Not even a Harley Brand wristwatch!
Or sunglasses…or do-rags…or underwear.
But worst of all, he doesn’t even want one!
Past trips with the Doofus Twins have proven to be unbearable.
And not just because in the pursuit of manliness, these two won’t carry some basic gear to protect themselves from stuff like simple, road-side breakdowns, rain and unseasonable temperature changes. 'Cuz a small toolbox, raincoat and spare jacket aren’t cool, but waiting on the side of the road for DH’s toolbox, the rain to stop or a emergency trip to Wal-mart, I guess, is.
And every single stop involved the Upchuck Twins repeating some form of “When are you gonna man up/grow a dick/ditch that piece of crap and buy A Real Motorcycle?” I wasn’t funny after the first 500 or so times.
And, every past trip involved google-ing every possible Harley shop between where they started and where they were going so the Hardley Boys could add to their Harley Brand T-Shirt collection. Apparantly, you “need” one from every store in every state, and it’s not a problem to dive 500 or 1000 miles out of the way to obtain one.
(BTW-does Harley have those shirts cut special so they stretch ‘just right’ over the Hardley Boys pendulous abdomens?)
Also, every past trip devolved into a macho bonding experience between the two manly-Harley-men while they attempted to prove their studliness at the expense of my husband, whose sole purpose on these trips was, apparantly, to provide a “less fortunate” for these two to mock and abuse because he doesn’t ride a Harley Brand motorcycle.
Every past trip has instead proven that you two noobs are insufferable dicks. Tedious wankers (thanks SDMB!). Snobbish boors.
Every past trip has shown us that given the choice of riding with you or riding without you, without you is more fun.
Past rides have shown that you two, in short, suck.
I really can’t imagine that you would expect him to share ‘the-little-amount-of- time-he-has-off-to-do-something-he-enjoys’ with the two of you. And I really can’t imagine that, given your past behavior, you two are suprised by this. You two are et up with the dumbass and I don’t blame him one bit for not inviting you.
So, when are you two gonna grow up?