Triumph-ant!

So my darling husband traded in his Yamaha V-Star cruiser for a brand new classic Triumph Bonneville.  For those of you non-motorcycle types (which I used to be), he traded in his old bike for a new one.  We went all the way to Canton, OH, were treated like crap at the dealership for 4 hours, and then I had to follow in the car a very excited Paul driving a new bike home in the dark for 2 hours.  It was a labor of love.  I'm happy for him, but I have to share with you how amusing his obsession is.

For the last couple of weeks, I've been listening to a litany of "new bike" related statements & exclamations at random times.  Examples:

"I have a hot bike."

"I don't know if you realize I have a Triumph."

"Oh look! Someone parked a hot bike in our driveway. Oh wait, THAT'S MINE!!! HA!!"

"Oh my God, I own a Triumph!!!"

Then there are the hypothetical conversations he cooks up in his giant, extremely active & fascinating imagination:

Random person:  "Wow!  That's a nice bike.  Is that a Bonnie (code for Triumph Bonneville)?"
Paul (trying to act non-chalant, but beaming instead):  "Yeah.  Just traded in my Yamaha for it.  I've always wanted one."
Random person:  "What year is that?  It's really beautiful."
Paul (still trying to maintain his cool facade but not succeeding):  "It's a '10."

A couple of neighbors & relatives have actually brought similar conversations to life for Paul.  I've never seen him so proud.  Like a new father.  But don't mistake me for the mother of the Triumph.  I don't know if I'm worthy.  Although, he told me another proud moment was when I recently bought myself a riding jacket & boots so I can ride with him.  He almost teared up, I swear.

I also swear I've seen him gazing lovingly out of the upstairs bedroom window at night at the COVERED bike.  This observed behavior really speaks for itself.  Not much else I can say about it.

And so begins the "dressing" of the bike & its riders.  Our living room is now full of boxes of gadgets, special metric tools (Triumphs are British afterall), visors, glasses, helmets, storage bags, seats, jackets, boots, gloves, wind gear, cold gear, rain gear, monsoon gear, blizzard gear, hurricane gear.  Weather forecasts have turned into riding forecasts.  The bike needs its own house.  This does not help my issue expressed in my post "Marriage is messy."

Everything is now centered around the riding, maintenance, and otherwise discussing & researching about the Triumph.  We recently received an invitation to Amber's housewarming party.  When I told Paul, he said, "Maybe we can take the bike."  So Amber, please make sure there is a safe & visible place for us to park the Triumph that day in front of your house.  Preferrably a place where all party-goers can easily see the bike & thus proceed to lavish attention & praise up on it. 

God save the Triumph!