You are SO good!
Honestly, going by what people have said here…I’m starting to reconsider my decision to keep Steve. I do love Bill, and he deserves to feel safe in his own bed. Or my bed, that one is his as well. Besides…he has reconsidered his decision to buy a bagger because of my fear. That’s the official reason, at least.
I forgot to pit everyone for their advice about that issue, btw. After paying attention to everyone, I asked some of my friends to come over for lunch and to share stories with Bill. When Bill flew in for the weekend, we went shopping and bought him protective gear. By the time we got home, we were so tired that no wild monkey sex happened.
The next morning, we were getting happy and comfortable when we heard bikes coming up my driveway.
One of the guys was on a 300 Honda that had been modded and then became the learning bike to pass around between parents for when their kids wanted to learn how to ride. Its light, and not fast or quick.
Bill was really offended that we expected him to put on his kevlar riding outfit, helmet, boots and gloves to learn how to ride it, but he did it. We showed him how to work the gears and brakes and offered up advice until he got tired of it and rode off. Bill fell over at the stopsign. From what I saw, he was using his front brake in gravel.
We picked him up and off he went again. And fell over about a mile away. This time it was not enough front brake.
Third time is a charm, right? Not in this case. Bill got going fast enough that he couldn’t stop and ran into the culvert. We called a halt to it because he had scuffed his helmet up so much that we didn’t trust it anymore…oh no…that’s not it. We called a halt to the exercise because we wanted to eat lunch.
After everyone left, Bill was so beat up that all he wanted to do was soak in the tub. He could barely move from the tub to the bed, so there was an entire weekend without hawt monkey sex and I blame you all!!!
But…he hasn’t mentioned wanting an 850 lb bike since then…