Lucytriple
Wrrrench
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2017
- Location
- SF
- Moto(s)
- SV1000, F800GS, Beta XTrainer, CRF230
- Name
- Lucy
- BARF perks
- AMA #5057309
The rule for us was when he could reach all the way around me with his arms, then he would be big enough. Every once in a while we would test and he could only reach my boobs 
When he could reach around I would take him to school, which had exactly 0.0% cool factor for him. Sometimes on the way home I would feel him completely relax and I would realize he had fallen asleep so I would slap his thigh to wake him up again.
We took two moto trips: the first was to collect a one-way Dubbelju rental. We flew to San Diego to pick up the Honda shadow. I had bought a cushy seat topper for the terrible passenger seat and when we took off I let him know that he could slap my thigh if he needed us to stop. I started the bike, pulled onto the highway and he immediately started tapping. I pulled off at the next exit and he informed me that his butt hurt and that he was the most uncomfortable he had been in his whole life. I said oh sweetheart we have two days to go! we had good hotels and hotel pools and good food and we made it back without too much misery.
The second trip we took on a borrowed 2017 Goldwing so that he could have his own recliner back there. He was older now, maybe 11, and I was a little alarmed about not being able to tell he was even on the bike. One of the happiest moments of my entire life was when we were riding on Alpine Road and I was moving along effortlessly with that magical Bike scraping the pipes a little bit every now and then and he was behind me humming the sweetest little happiest song. Years later he told me that he didn’t really love those trips and that I made him go anyway so it wasn’t really like he had any choice. Ugh!
He’s ridden Dirt off and on with me for much of his life, but he’s not really into it. He’s 18 now and he has his whole life to explore or not explore the motorcycle part waiting for him if he chooses to pick it up again.
When he could reach around I would take him to school, which had exactly 0.0% cool factor for him. Sometimes on the way home I would feel him completely relax and I would realize he had fallen asleep so I would slap his thigh to wake him up again.We took two moto trips: the first was to collect a one-way Dubbelju rental. We flew to San Diego to pick up the Honda shadow. I had bought a cushy seat topper for the terrible passenger seat and when we took off I let him know that he could slap my thigh if he needed us to stop. I started the bike, pulled onto the highway and he immediately started tapping. I pulled off at the next exit and he informed me that his butt hurt and that he was the most uncomfortable he had been in his whole life. I said oh sweetheart we have two days to go! we had good hotels and hotel pools and good food and we made it back without too much misery.
The second trip we took on a borrowed 2017 Goldwing so that he could have his own recliner back there. He was older now, maybe 11, and I was a little alarmed about not being able to tell he was even on the bike. One of the happiest moments of my entire life was when we were riding on Alpine Road and I was moving along effortlessly with that magical Bike scraping the pipes a little bit every now and then and he was behind me humming the sweetest little happiest song. Years later he told me that he didn’t really love those trips and that I made him go anyway so it wasn’t really like he had any choice. Ugh!
He’s ridden Dirt off and on with me for much of his life, but he’s not really into it. He’s 18 now and he has his whole life to explore or not explore the motorcycle part waiting for him if he chooses to pick it up again.
) plus the straps are very good on them and don’t slip when weight or force is applied. I really like this one because many are just waist bands but don’t help if they doze off or lean. This covers the waist and the torso, keeps them very safe.
