Why Dames Don’t Let Their Men Drive Motorcycles Unprotected

Yesterday I celebrated my 15 year wedding anniversary.

I’ll be the first to admit that it’s been a long road to get this far and I know the road will keep going, but not without it’s pot holes and crossroads. That’s just life.

But I will admit that last week I received a phone call that stopped my heart and made me fear that road had come to a end.

It’s the call we Dames all dread when we’re married to someone who drives a motorcycle.

It doesn’t matter that my husband has been driving a motorcycle for over 15 years.

It doesn’t matter that the motorcycle he was riding has been in our family for 12 years and his family for even longer than that.

It doesn’t even matter that for the past decade my husband has been a motorcycle safety instructor.

What matters is that every time he walks out the door to get on his motorcycle he is suited from head to toe in gear. That as he goes out the door I remind him, “Be safe” because every time I hear that motorcycle rev up in our driveway that I say a little prayer.

Sadly, it’s not him I so much worry about, then those driving other vehicles that pay no attention to motorcyclist.

Tis the season.






My husband is like a duck. Everything seems to roll off his back.

But when he called and asked me to pick him up in front the local Burger King, I initially thought the motorbike had broken down as it had two months before, but when I asked if he was okay and he replied, “I’m a little sore.” My heart stopped and my head told me he wasn’t broke down.

The young gentlemen leaving college that evening says he never saw my husband coming down the road, so he turned in front of him.

I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but when your motorcycle safety conscious husband is wearing bright yellow pants and a yellow reflective vest over his motorcycle jacket, it’s hard to believe the driver didn’t see him.

I have often teased my husband because of those bright yellow pants and listen to others make remarks about how my husband is the dude with the yellow pants.

According to the ER doctor it was those yellow pants that kept him from having a broken leg and possibly broken hip.

It was his motorcycle gear, covering him head to foot, that prevented him from road rash and another further damages to his body.

I feel so blessed that when I arrived at the accident scene my husband was able to walk away from the accident.

Not all motorcycle accidents have happy endings.

While my husband is not totally without injury, it could have been a lot worse.

Not all motorcyclist have enough common sense to wear helmets let alone proper gear to protect themselves.

It’s hot. I get that.

It’s your life. You got that?

My husband says I’m a nag. He’s probably right.

Don’t ever be afraid to make speak up and make the person you love gear up before they step onto that Motorcycle. Even a helmet is better protection then none at all.


More Than A Dame Can Handle

There is a saying about God and how he doesn’t ever give us anything we can’t handle.

If anyone ever tells you that – don’t believe them.

Just ask Kristen of We are That Family. Life isn’t fair. Whether things happen for a reason or not, won’t stop them from becoming over bearing. ┬áJust like the girls at Mercy House in Kenya that Kristen helps and supports, no one ever asks for their circumstances.

We can only rise above them.

Even if it means stepping out of the picture perfect world we dream of having into a more rigid and pain filled reality.

Last night my seven-year-old stomped up the stairs for bed time exclaiming “Not fair!” to which I replied, “It’s not supposed to be.” And she argued, “Yes, it is!”

How I wish I had a pair of goggles that I could put on and bask in this child-like view of life once more.

We were all to trusting at that age, all too eager to please, and all too un-destructible (or so we thought we were).

We were taught to say ‘no’ and forced to take life slow.

But now, we can’t help ourselves. We’re busy. Too busy. We have cellphones that talk or alarms to keep us going from one thing to the next. Our world encouraged to do more in the time we have and so we say yes.

Our plates become full.

Our time becomes less.

We just keep saying yes.

Then there comes a time when we are overwhelmed stressed, and stretched to beyond our limit.

God didn’t do it. We simply stopped saying ‘no’ and keep saying ‘yes’.

I don’t know about you, but my plate has become full and its about to topple over.

It never ceases I know.

Sometimes we just have to learn to say ‘no’.

Sometimes we need a helping hand.

And sometimes we have to just ask.

Finish this sentence in the comments and share:

If there were one thing someone could do to help me today, it would be__________________.

A Dame, Her Book, and A Campfire

I realize in this holiday weekend that with schools soon letting out in the next week or so, that many summer reading programs are going to be staring up at local libraries.

I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have my kid with their nose in a book then pressed against a electronic screen with their eyes glued to a video game or movie.

Ever since my children have been old enough to read we’ve swapped reading time for video time. Every minute reading = a minute of electronics. Needless to say Boy has really taken off on reading and even though he takes his video time I find he balances the two best of our three kiddos.

There is so much we can learn from reading. I once read that there are so many books available to us that even if we sat and read all day long we would never even be able to read a fourth of the books in the world in our life time. Wow!

I find myself taking books with me when we travel, on camping trips, and especially in the evenings we turn off the television and curl up to read.

My TBR (to be read) has been stacking up on me lately. One of my dear friends’ new book Surviving Jamaica is up for Pre-Order. I encourage you to check it out. It’s a Christian YA comedy that you’ll enjoy.

While you are reading this, I am lounging somewhere near a tree or by a stream enjoying nature with my family on our traditional Memorial Day camping trip. Hopefully we won’t be running into any bears, or if we do I hope they like books or roasted hot dogs over the campfire. I don’t think there are any marshmallows left to share.

Susan Lower

Where do you most often find yourself relaxing with a good book?