A Boy and His Toy

See this?


It’s one of DH’s toys.  It is big.  It is red.  It is, um…big.  It is also in my living room.


Why, you ask? Because I am really, really awesome.  And because if he doesn’t do this, the gas tank will accumulate condensation and ruin the engine. Some shit like that.  To tell you the truth, I think he’s pulling my leg.  “A lot of guys store their motorcycles in the living room during the winter months,” he says.  I have yet to see one.  And in case you are wondering, the answer is yes.  We do have a garage.  And a shed.  And a trailer specifically made for this bike.  Unfortunately, they are not heated.  Even more unfortunate, our living room is.

I must say it is quite the conversation piece though.  I think it stirs up more discussion than if we had an original Van Gogh hanging on the wall.  We even get to keep the curtains on the back windows closed from November-March so that the sun doesn’t discolor it.  Even though it is completely sheathed in cloth.  So, if you suffer from Seasonal Defective Disorder, my house is probably not a good place for you to visit about 4 months out of the year.

I guess I really shouldn’t complain.  It could be worse.  He could be sleeping with it.  All I can say is thank God he can’t get it up the stairs.  Oh, and the bike is for sale.  Really, it is.  Call me to negotiate a price.  I’ll even throw in the curtains.  Anything, as long as I don’t have to share my living room with this piece of machinery another winter.  As lovely as it is.  Or you will find me in the shed next November.