Meet Aurora

It is a brand new, 2010 Yamaha R6.

For the record? I’m TERRIFIED of bikes. I generally shy away from anything with loud engines and moving parts. I can’t explain it. It just scares me. It’s not so much the hazardness (totally not a word) as it is the loudness.

But this wasn’t about me. This was about Kevin. I could argue you all day back and forth about how bikes are dangerous. How so-and-so got in a wreck or how you watched that one Oprah episode where the mothers of teens who died from speeding talk about how dangerous these things can be.

I AGREE WITH YOU PEOPLE.

This means that YOU don’t have to own one. But for us? It was what we wanted. It’s not something we rushed into. We talked it over, looked at it from every angle and then once we were comfortable, we moved forward with it.

Sure. We could have waited. It’s not a necessity. Just like drinking Mountain Dew every day isn’t really a necessity yet I do it anyway.

Live a little!

Kevin’s put up with a lot of my crap lately. And he’s granted a lot of my wishes this year. Not to mention that he proposed to me and helped plan a majority of the wedding, took over all flight booking and scheduling preparations and made sure that he did everything he could to take the stress off of me and put it on his own shoulders.

The guy does a lot, and he really does deserve the world.

And what’s better for a wedding present than the one thing he REALLY wanted?

PS.

Arora totally isn’t the bikes name.

Ashley told him that he has to name it since my car is Bessy.

I told Kevin to think of a hot name.

He suggested Tom.

I told him he can’t name it Tom.

He suggested Beatrice.

I told him that’s an old lady name.

He threw out Aurora. You know, to get back at me for the old name comment.

But Aurora totally works – Aurora Borealis anyone? It’s pretty, and shiny, and flashy, and makes everyone point.

So yes.

You may call her Aurora. Or Tom.

Or you can be like me just and scream, “BE CAREFUL!” at the top of your lungs as Kevin rides away. Totally your call.

(I just have to say – because it needs to be said – that I have a lot of TRUST with Kevin. I trust that he will be careful when he’s riding. I trust that he’ll be aware of other drivers and know that they may not always (or more like, will probably NEVER) see him. I trust that he’ll always wear his helmet and protective gloves. This doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Of course he could get hurt. Of course something could go wrong – there are any number of situations that could turn out less than ideal for the bike, or worse, for him. For us. But again, this goes back to the TRUST. Anything could happen to anyone on ANY day. Doesn’t matter if you’re in a car, walking, biking, or just sitting down. You get what I mean. Yes. Bikes are dangerous. They are scary and I’ll be kicking myself if anything happens to him. But I love him and this was more about love and trust and letting him be who he wants to be, and less about my fears and insecurities.)