Lately, a few of my neighbours who are retirees are into big bikes. My hubby too seems interested to join their big bike club. I told hubby that this is a sign of middle age crisis and if he really buy one, I am so not gonna ride on it. As you know these bikes have one helluva high passenger seat and when I sit at the back, my head is jutting out. It feels so weird.

Well, unless hubby finds one used Harleys, the one with the reclining seat where I won’t be taller than the rider. If he really get a Harley, I think I will also want to take bike riding lessons and get a licence to ride.