So I am gonna learn to ride this summer. I have a motorcycle safety class in 2 weekends. I have been looking forward to this for the past 20 years (ok, a bit of an exaggeration but… still).
Saw DH last night. He told me HE is taking a motorcycle safety class. So he can ride with our nephew. OK. Ummmmm.
First he tells me he isn’t “copying” me. I swear, my first response was (yes out loud) “I’m not 12!” Told him it’s none of my business but I felt a bit baffled. I spent years trying to get him to let me take classes (yes, I said LET) and was denied. “it’s too dangerous, I worry about the other drivers, you are too clumsy”
He was a bit sheepish and said he really didn’t feel HE could take classes if he wasn’t letting me take them. Again. LET.
I just smiled and wished him well at that point. I mean, tis true, I wish him well. But I’ll admit I’m still shaking my head.
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