This past Saturday, Brent and I drove to pick up his new baby – a red Suzuki SV650S. He took both the Harley-Davidson’s and Motorcycle Safety Foundation’s rider safety courses, bought all of his gear, and has now put 150 miles on it. The thought of driving it on I-25 from Albuquerque to Santa Fe without ever having driven on the roads before made him a bit uncomfortable, so we took scenic Hwy. 14 from Tijeras to Santa Fe (which I’ve never been on before), stopping in Madrid for lunch. He’s doing pretty well on it, so far, and I know he’s a cautious person in general, so I’m not too concerned. Still doesn’t make me want to ride on it, but as long as his insurance coverage is maxed and I’m the beneficiary to it all, he can do what he wants.

What is it with guys and bikes?