Go Out for Adventure…Come Home for Love

Apr 25, 2013 View Comments by

Go Out for Adventure...Come Home for LoveThis week’s post is dedicated to the riders who have loved ones at home
who may not always ride along with them . . .

A couple of years ago, I attempted to create a mirror frame for my wife, a gift for our 10th wedding anniversary. While our anniversary is in September, the project took a little longer than I expected. In the end it made a nice Christmas present. I got the idea from a very talented artist I had seen many years earlier. I admired her work, but was not in a position to afford it. So I set out to recreate it. With a pencil tucked behind my ear, I headed out to the shed; plugged in my table saw, gathered up sand paper and several paints, and got to work.

I am very blessed to have an understanding family that does not get too down when I head out on rides without them. I like to joke that the life-long commitment to riding was actually part of our wedding vows. My first wife, Beth, and I talked a lot about riding prior to saying “I do.” She even spent three days in an ABATE class to acquire her motorcycle endorsement, in an attempt to better understand my obsession with motorcycles. I have seen many dedicated riders, male and female, give up on motorcycles once they get married, and even more after kids come along. But this thought never even crossed Beth’s mind. Many motorcycles have come in to and gone out of my garage, and my wife’s non-reaction is just one more example that’s showed me how lucky I am that she accepted my marriage proposal.

At the risk of revealing my sensitive side, I can tell you it was a precarious proposal. I chose Valentine’s Day in Chicago. The time was around midnight, the weather, a mere 14-degrees and drizzling. Me, down on one knee in the back of a horse drawn carriage traveling along the empty streets near Lake Michigan. Now before you gag on this seemingly cheese-laden proposal, there was a method to my madness. It was actually a calculated plan to get out of every future Valentine’s Day. Now each February 14, we celebrate the night of our engagement instead of the traditional Hallmark Holiday. If we do choose to go out, we can easily hide amongst other unsuspecting couples as we choose our entrees from overpriced menus garnished with Cupid and his arrows. But for me, I never again have to purchase a Valentine’s Day card. Sure I have to buy an engagement card. Sure Hallmark still gets my money. But somehow it feels different.

This ritual of buying yearly engagement cards is what led me to refer to Beth as my “first wife.” This little quip tends to result in her clenched fist being driven towards the bone beneath my bicep. Somehow the fact of this statement is, at times, overshadowed by its implication. Fact: we are married. Fact: neither of us has been married before. Fact: this is largely due to my wife’s amazing tolerance and understanding.

As much as I love being out on the trail, I also miss my wife and daughters when I am gone for an extended time. Being that I am better at communicating through creativity than the spoken word I am always searching for ways to express my feelings. The frame was built as a way to share my feelings with them. Since my children are both girls and spend a lot of time looking at themselves in the mirror, I sensed the frame would be viewed often. To me the mirror symbolizes great memories and even greater possibilities for the future. Even in hard times, this is how I best like to attempt to view the world.

If you look closely I added two specific items of personalization to the frame. Bragging rights to anyone who can find both and post their findings below!

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About the author

I am an introvert posing as an extrovert. I love travel in all forms, but prefer 2-wheels. I created AdventureHermit as a way to share my adventures and inspire others to find joy through discovery; writing for RoadRUNNER is a dream come true!