This Labour Day holiday, I went on a motorcycle ride with my husband and a couple we know. The plan was to ride for a little over an hour, stop for lunch in a pretty village, hang out and then ride back.
First stop for gas, I get off the bike. Hubby and I have a routine. He puts his bike stand down and tells me when he’s ready for me to climb back on to the bike. Why? I’m not sure, because I’m fairly small and lightweight, and I’ve seen riders remain in control of their bikes while large passengers got on and off. But I digress…
So, he fills the bike up, gets back on and I wait for his signal to embark. Then he kicks the stand up. I don’t move, waiting for his signal. Perhaps he wants to move out of the way and for me to get on a bit further past the gas tanks?
Then I watch, almost as if things are in slow motion, as he bends his bike sideways. I don’t understand why he’s doing this. I’m about to ask him what he’s doing when I realize that his bike is falling and he can’t hold it up. He hops off, and wedges his foot between the ground and the bike, his leg against it. This bike weighs several hundreds of pounds. This is not what you’re supposed to do to keep a bike from falling.
You can tell that he’s freaking out. He holds the bike to keep it from hitting the ground and manages to let it down softly, still with his leg wedged between the ground and the bike. The guy on the other bike yells at him that this is not the way to do it and to get his leg out from under there.
I ask if I should help. No response from hubby, so I make sure my legs and feet are clear if he lets go, but I grab onto the back part of the bike, plant myself squarely and put my 120 pounds into pushing it back up.
The bike, of course, does not budge. Hubby is just frozen there. Finally, the other biker gets off his ride, slides between hubby and me, signals me to let go once he has a good grip and they both push the bike back up and put the stand on.
Hubby promptly backs right into me as he inspects his precious bike for any ding, scratch, chip or possible dent. There is nothing wrong with his bike, it did not hit the ground at all, it was supported by his leg, my weight and no doubt his crazy adrenalin rush, as well as by his friend who arrived just in time.
Everyone tells him that his bike is fine. And still, he stands there, panicked, dazed, inspecting every inch of the bike.
He never once asks me if I’m okay, did the bike fall on me, did I hurt myself trying to hold it up. He doesn’t apologize for backing into me.
The other girl tells him that he’s an idiot and she would have let the stupid bike drop to the ground. He could have broken his leg doing what he did!
And she’s right. It’s a bike, dude. Not a living, breathing, human being. And not your wife.
Good post and though I “Liked” it, it felt as though “Like” wasnt really the right word!
My wife and I have a similar routine for embarking, often because she is wriggly and uses the bike to lever herself upwards. Even though she is slim, this causes alot of sideways force that I brace myself for.
You are right that it would be better to damage the bike than to end up with you, or hubby, hurt. It sounds like he was kind of shocked and probably not thinking that clearly afterwards.
I get what you’re explaining, but I’m not wriggly and I never use the bike to push myself upwards, I put one hand on his shoulder, as per his instructions, while his feet are firmly planted on the ground. I think he needs to get off the bike and back into the gym more often. But that’s just my theory. 😉
Lol, I hear what you’re saying 🙂