On Men & Motorcycles


biker.night.photoThe weather broke finally in Michigan yesterday, going from 55 to 85 in a day. We knew it was coming, so made a plan with friends to dine in a little town at a sidewalk café.

The guys golfed first. Al took a half a day off work just so he could get in 18 holes. We didn’t think the place would be crowded, didn’t think every single person in Michigan had been waiting for the warm weather with as much anticipation as us. Didn’t know, that in downtown Romeo, Thursday night is biker night.

Jan and I met the guys at the restaurant, where Al had a glass of Chardonnay waiting for me. There were little beads of condensation on the glass instead of frost! What a welcome beverage after the crazy busy day I had yesterday. And the food was pretty good, too. Younger’s Irish Pub has the best sweet potato fries in northern Michigan.

Al took the photo above. He gave away three motorcycles when we moved away from his super-size garage. I think he’ll buy one of these shiny new toys when he retires or maybe even tomorrow. He was really eyeing the action on the street.

There’s this thing he does when he thinks I’m not paying attention. I didn’t catch on for a really long time, but now that we have the camera phones, I’ll ask him to shoot a pic for me and then go to send it to myself and pop! the things my eyes have seen. Of course I delete the honey shots immediately. And then I say a few choice words about DOGs (Dirty Old Guys).

He had our waitress in the frame last night … I saw him pointing and ready to click & said don’t you dare. I used to be a waitress and I remember the DOGs with distaste, even disgust. Ugh. Don’t they know they’re bald? Don’t they know I’m only twenty? Don’t they have granddaughters my age?

Now that I’m not so young myself, bald heads and pot bellies don’t faze me. Nobody who lives as long as I have (59 years) escapes what time does to our faces and bodies. So why not just accept it and act your age, my dear husband? Then again, I guess a man can dream. About bad motorcycles, not sweet young things.


  1. Cindy, I was on the golf course yesterday (NOT with Al!). There were four guys in front of us, easily in their 70’s, with handicapped flags on both carts.

    We were stacked up pretty high at several holes. Barb and I sat patiently while the foursome in front of the foursome in front of us teed off. When the old guys ahead of us finished their drives, they were laughing and guffawing about the one guy – the “really old” one who played with wooden golf clubs – who had way overshot the green. “How the hell did you hit it that far?” one guy asked him. “He’s got a young girlfriend with big tits,” one of the others said. Little boys in old man bodies.


    1. Oh Linda, I know. So many a**holes. Al tells me some things said at the auto plant that are just gross. He’s not as bad as most…he was saying no he wasn’t going to take a pic of her & I said “it’s okay honey, you’re married, not dead” and he smiled.


  2. men never grow up but maybe that’s why we love them they will always be little boys gotta love Al and his shannagans


    1. Yes, and he is basically harmless. He always takes in what I say about how the girl feels being objectified by a DOG that way and I see that he gets it. Until the next time … lol.


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