MOTORCYCLE RIDING WITH MICKI

 

       Micki and I were married in 1975.  And one of our favorite things to do was to go for a motorcycle ride.  Micki is the best rider I’ve ever had on the back of a motorcycle.  The first time she rode it, she pressed against my back with her arms around me.  People unfamiliar with motorcycles often don’t want to lean when on a curve, making me have to lean even further for the turn.  But Micki melts into me, and we are one.
       Many times we rode on our favorite ride on Chuckanut Drive, from Bellingam to Blanchard in beautiful Washington State.  Here’s an AI image of us (I don’t use AI anymore, but have many AI images in our files).  It isn’t that accurate with our faces, but you get the idea.  This is how it was, although we rode on the right side of the road.  Chuckanut Drive winds through sheer beauty, with a wall on one side (in many places with fossils) and overlooking Puget Sound on the other.  Along the way we’d stop and walk holding hands through Larrabee State Park, all the way down to the water.  Closer to Bellingham we’d pass by the trail to Teddy Bare Cove, a nude beach, with even an island to swim to, and occasionally a passing train of very interested passengers.
       For the first six months of our marriage, the motorcycle was our only transportation.  We lived in the woods near Lake Stevens in our 8x12-foot cabin with no utilities, and I worked in Everett and Micki worked in Snohomish – not the most practical situation, especially in the frequent W. Washington rain.  Micki would keep a change of clothes at her work.  But it was all wonderful with each other, enough to continue the joy of our marriage for almost 51 years now, and counting.