Monday, April 26, 2010

Pretty in Pink

So pink is no longer my favorite color. In fact, it never was. But the color green had been taken by my older sister, and so I was more or less assigned the color pink. This weekend I got back to my pink roots when picking out a motorcycle helmet. The one I liked best was available in pink or black, but the black had to be ordered in my size. Always a fan of instant gratification I opted for pink.

That night we went for my first real ride on the bike (the test drive through a housing development hardly counts). The first couple miles were bordering on terrifying. I was chilled from the wind and super tense. When I finally relaxed, I found myself able to warm up some and enjoy myself. I even kept my eyes open during the last turn into our neighborhood. Probably a good thing we didn't go out on any of the local highways...

I can't wait to go out again as soon as the rain stops and the temperatures warm. Maybe I need a pink riding jacket and some pink riding gloves...


Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Hmm, I head a different story about pink.

Sounds exciting. Scary.

I rode my motorcycle to my poetry class last night--and I don't even like driving cars on the Detroit freeways!

It was cold and dark coming back.


(Leather jackets are good in cooler weather. They really help more than other fabrics).

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

(But, leather jackets are heavy.)

jo(e) said...

I think that's how red ended up being my favorite color: my older sisters had already claimed blue and green.