


Before I met Jimmy I made of list of requirements that any man had to pass before I would consider them as possible suitors and Jimmy passed with flying colors. First on my list was "must like to ride motorcycles" and it didn't matter if they had one because I could buy them one. Next on my list was, "must be older than I" because I was getting tired of dating younger men. Next on the list was, " no present alcohol or drug use." The list was longer but I've probably already bored you enough. I've always been a straight-laced tomboy dare-devil sort of girl and I'll do anything as long as it's legal. I thrive on adrenalin rushes and have always been attracted to bad boys on motorcycles, but luckily they were never attracted to me and I had to buy my own.
I once fell in love, well really twice with a motorcycle. The first time was when I was young and a friend (Emory Mulchin) of my older brothers took me for a ride to Disneyland on his bike. I made up my mind that day that I would have one someday. I only rode on it once, but I was hooked. Several years pass by and fast forward to age 43 and someone on a motorcycle starts parking on the hill over-looking the pond at Shady Oaks and watches me work around the pond every afternoon. I didn't care about the person, but I loved hearing the rumble of the motorcycle as it approached and I looked forward to hearing it come by. I never found out who it was but I didn't care because I only liked the sound of his bike. I know I'm weird...and besides I was married and Jim (not to be confused with Jimmy) hated bikes with a passion and it wasn't until we got divorced that I finally bought my own bike, then two, three, four, five & six. I told you, I love bikes and I've thankfully passed on that gene to my offspring.
Now lets get back to yesterday's ride. I saw buffalo in two different places. I guess every state now has live buffalo. I didn't get a picture because honestly I was traveling too fast and they caught me off guard. I'm assuming that Shady Oaks once had buffalo roaming around there because the area there is called Buffalo Hollow. When the old timers talk about places they say, "back there in Buffalo is where I saw that bear," or something like that. I've heard Jimmy say that he played there in Buffalo. What a coincidence....that's where I lived, his play ground.
One of these days I'll share with you the story of how Jimmy & I met and how I put off a date with him for 4 years...did I mention that he's a patient man?
5 comments:
Nice Story, a little history, Emory told me that he asked some guy for a motorcycle. The guy said that he would get Fmory a motorcycle for a $100.00. Emory said, "OK." So the guy broke though a dealer's window and got Emory a new bike.
Buffalo like prairie land. Buffalo Hollow must be near prairie. I know in Kentucky a prairie stretches from Lexington to Hopkinsville.
Dennis...So are you saying that I might have been riding on a stolen motorcycle? Wow!
You said that I should write down my story, a little history so I'm going to do more of that before I forget it.
Thanks for the nudge.
I look forward to hearing that one. Beautiful day for a ride.
so your the reason I ride:)and I get all my wild child from you,uh huh.
I enjoyed your story, Sandy. Jimmy is a very young 73, and yes, he's a handsome man :)
Kentucky is sounding very pretty with all the green. Glad you're getting some riding done.
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