{"id":849,"date":"2010-06-28T04:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-06-28T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=849"},"modified":"2010-06-28T04:00:00","modified_gmt":"2010-06-28T08:00:00","slug":"how-you-know-your-other-half-isnt-a-biker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=849","title":{"rendered":"How You Know Your Other Half Isn&#8217;t a Biker"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">Here are some signs to confirm that your other half is not a biker:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>It&#8217;s sunny and warm, and the other half presents a list of honey-do projects around the house, with demands to have them all completed by day&#8217;s end.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>You say that you have to go see your aunt to check in on her&#8230; same sunny day&#8230; you go change into motorcycle boots and jeans.  The other half looks at you and says, &#8220;you&#8217;re taking your bike?  Really?&#8221; &#8230; no, I&#8217;m walking.  Of course I&#8217;m taking my bike!<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>You have been getting pledges of support for a charity motorcycle ride.  The big day comes.  You get up early and put on your full biker regalia (jeans, club colors vest, biker boots) and the other half says, &#8220;we have to go grocery shopping, then to the home center to get stuff for the backyard project, then &#8230; &#8221; (the list goes on.)  Ummm&#8230; I have prepared you for a month now that I am leading a ride of hundreds of bikers today.  It&#8217;s on the calendar.  I&#8217;m outta here.  (other half mumbles, &#8220;but we have all these things we &#8220;have&#8221; to do!)   Uggghhhh<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>Time for the family dinner rolls around on Friday night.  The other half seldom goes with me, and isn&#8217;t going tonight.  I change into biker gear and begin moving the Harley out of the garage.  The other half says, &#8220;where are you going?&#8221;  &#8230; to the family dinner.  &#8220;On your bike?&#8221;  &#8230; no, I&#8217;m walking.  <i>Of course<\/i> I am going on my bike.  Why not?<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>Rumbling of a Harley is heard out on the driveway.  A buddy has come by for a planned ride to the riding range for group practice.  Other half asks, &#8220;where are you going?&#8221; &#8230; to the range&#8230; it&#8217;s on the calendar&#8230; it&#8217;s planned.  &#8220;Why?  You know how to ride.&#8221;  &#8230; yep, but practice makes perfect.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>An elderly friend calls and asks for some help moving some furniture in her apartment.  I head to the garage, getting the Harley out.  The other half asks, &#8220;are you going to her place on your bike?  Why?&#8221;  &#8230; why not?  I don&#8217;t have to carry tools or equipment.  Why not ride the bike to get there?<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>and the last way you can tell your other half isn&#8217;t a biker is a classic when he asks, &#8220;can&#8217;t you wear those boots you have on your feet for your ride?&#8221;  &#8230; as he looks at a pair of dress cowboy boots worn with dress clothes for work.  &#8230; nope, smooth-soled boots don&#8217;t work for motorcycle riding. That&#8217;s why I have so many pairs of motorcycle boots.  The right boot for the right job&#8230;<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>There are times when I really wish my partner rode his own bike, but even when he could ride with me as a passenger, he was better at remembering what bikers do.  He has forgotten that a biker will &#8220;think bike&#8221; any time he can ride it, even if not for a motorcycle-related event.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t get me wrong:  I love my partner.  He&#8217;s not a biker, but makes up for it in many other ways.<\/p>\n<p>Life is short:  ride whenever you can!<br \/><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here are some signs to confirm that your other half is not a biker: It&#8217;s sunny and warm, and the other half presents a list of honey-do projects around the house, with demands to have them all completed by day&#8217;s &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=849\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-849","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-motorcycle-boots","category-motorcycle-ride"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/849","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=849"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/849\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=849"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=849"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=849"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}