At first it was easy.
The thought of having done it was enough.
Secret smiles would cross my face at the oddest moments – I’d bought a Harley!
The weather did its best to stop me going mad. An icy cold winter held my country and me in check. It felt as if spring would never come.
It did of course. And heaven decided to celebrate the day of days with glorious sunshine and temperatures above zero. March. After a night with very little sleep I was a nervous wreck.
Two hours now as I am writing this. Two hours and she is mine. The nervousness is painful. Tears lurk behind my eyes. AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS!! The happiness is hardly to be borne. I feel as if I could explode in laughter, tears and screams at the same time. I wonder if all those tough bikers feel the same. Inside only, of course.
What if I look like an idiot at the dealer’s. If I can’t get her started? If I drop her in front of everybody?
Amazing how ridiculously “teenagy” you can behave in your forties.