Sunday, 22 March 2009

Let the Adventures Begin...

So yesterday I went to the bike shed and sat on the Bomber. Extremely becoming in shorts and a t-shirt, lily-white legs and my bike boots. I needed to see how they felt (the boots, not my lily-white legs). They felt so good that I watered the garden in them afterwards, but I digress.

In the shed, I moved the Bomber back and forth. I tried holding up the stationary motorcycle with the left leg and then the right. Both were fine.

So last night, feeling brave, I phoned the Ancient Submariner.

"I reckon I'll be ok to have a little ride tomorrow," I said. "Will you come with me?"

Long story cut short - getting the Bomber out of the shed and down the Driveway From Hell this morning was really scary, but by the time I got to the end of my street I already felt more confident.

And then the feeling just grew!

After riding just a smidge under 300kms today, in gorgeous autumn weather, I think I can say I'M BACK! My foot was fine, my bum was sore, my soul was nourished. What a beautiful day! The autumn leaves that had fallen on the road just danced in the wake of the Ancient Submariner's wheels - it was so pretty! As for the beautiful autumnal scents... they didn't quite overwhelm the aroma of roadkill - crikey, so many dead roos.

And then this arv, Boomerang Boy moved back in, a week early! It's been an eventful day!

Boomerang Boy is my 25 year-old son. He is called Boomerang Boy because he just keeps coming back.

Having a "child" move home is always a bit fraught. You can't possibly fall back into the mother-child routine (shudder) after they've been living independently - and geez, why the heck would you want to anyway? I think it'll be great having BB here as a housemate, instead of getting a boarder who's a total stranger, and I'm sure we'll have some adventures. As long as we don't end up trying to kill each other.

Here's a funny thing: when BB was much younger he started playing rugby. I knew nothing about rugby and it scared me half to death (those necks, those spines, those impacts - those potential medical disasters - eeek!) But I faithfully went to BB's games because - well, because I guess I was trying to be a good parent??? Anyway... I still don't understand rugby. But I think it was probably good that I sat through those games, freezing my arse off and feeling like a complete numpty. I'm sure BB and I are closer as a result.

Actually, I'm not sure at all. But I'm glad I went anyway. Watching rugby wth BB and tryihng to make sense of it all, I fell in love with John Eales, the God of Rugby, and did a lot of drooling over late-night World Rugby Cup matches for a couple of years.

So anyway - since I started riding, and going to Phillip Island to watch motoGP, I've learned that BB is a fan of motoGP! From where I'm standing it seems like some kind of weird role reversal - BB is taking an interest in something I'm passionate about... I guess that means we'll be sitting up together late at night watching the races on telly - him cheering for Rossi, me cheering for Casey Stoner. Could be a giggle!

This has to be one of the weirdest mother-son bonding experiences, but I think it'll be an adventure. Of course, if BB decides he wants to learn to ride, I could be in strife - who the heck will look after the cats on my annual Phillip Island pilgrimage?

8 comments:

lemmiwinks said...

Invite him to ride "bitch" down to PI for the GP. Make sure to video reaction for us though, would be too funny :-)

Pisshead said...

W00t!! Onya Betty, way to go!

It's a bit late to start drinking now but I'll have a few beers for you in the shed tomorrow!

Cheers!

Boomerang Boy said...

BB here. I have little or no interest in riding "bitch". Aside from he fact Mum assures me she would not like 107kg sitting behind her all puckered up. I think she would enjoy the ride alot less if it involved her being physically crushed to death from behind....No, why spoil her fun like that? And besides, when she goes i have the house to myself. PARTY TIME!!! Very nice.....

Sue said...

Party time? EEEK! Just remember - you wreck my house, I wreck your head. I brought you into this world.....I can take you OUT! *snigger*
Love from Mum xox

Boomerang Boy said...

Old woman, bigger and meaner than you have tried. Just cause you have been immobile and gained a few extra kilos (giggle)does not make you any more capable of taking me out. You want a shot at my title, get in line!! I know where you sleep and when you are home..... Sleep with one beady little eye open.....

Keryna said...

Yay! I can't wait for MotoGP to start this weekend. Happy Easter, maybe we'll be watching the first race together :)

Sue said...

Hey Keryna - it's televised at 9am Monday morning here - not sure what time that equates to in your neck of the woods - maybe I ought to tweet you when the race starts, heh heh! Casey's looking pretty good so far :-)

lemmiwinks said...

Ah BB, but it makes the wheelies so much easier!