ItzaLoveThing: Memories Flooding In!

It is amazing how one little picture can bring back so many memories. Memories, of good times, bad times, happy times and sad times. My mom was the only person that was able to capture us both on our bikes. What's amazing is that the one reason my husband decided we should get bikes is because he always knew I wanted to ride. He thought that it would be something we could do together. Well me and my selfish, young minded ways never really took to much advantage of the together part with our bikes. I was too into partying at the time to see how special a moment like that is. needless to say we both took the class together at Delmar High school. We both passed, we both took our written test at DMV and passed. I found my bike first. It was my dream bike Honda CBR600F4I. I loved everything about my bike especially after we integrated the tail lights. Josiah rode my bike from Santa Clara to south San Jose. I remember being so scared for him. then it was his turn we went and found the bike he liked and purchased it. We learned fast that Honda's were a lil harder to get into mechanics wise then his Suzuki. We got to share a couple moments on the road together, but I think just as much as he wanted us to ride together he felt that girls could not ride as well as guys. He took off with this new passion, started buying tools, started becoming mechanic, learning every aspect of the bike. He became a GREAT rider. I knew that if it was a riding day that he would begone 4-5 hours that day. Since we worked together and usually took lunches together we had a little schedule that would allow us our free time as well as our family time. I later found out from many people that as much as he was not a leader on his bike he was one. I remember when we moved into our home and we moved the bikes over here, now mind you I was pregnant. So I remember asking him what would you do if our daughter wants to ride, his answer was "hell no" this is how much he felt that guys just knew the logistics, and mechanics of riding and gravity etc. I remember telling him that would be slightly hypocritical cuz mommy and daddy have bikes. I remember when we sold his 750 and upgraded to his gsxr1000. He let me ride it once, and I came back asking him if we could trade, of course the answer was no. I remember when we found out I was pregnant I could not ride and one day he said go ahead ride it around the block, I was barely ending the 1st trimester, the feeling was great so at 6 months I asked hey can I take it around the block again and he said hell no LMFAO. It was worth a try though. When we sold my bike he let me ride it through first franklins parking lot one last time. I remember the first time he took his bike to the track. It was not even 9:30am when I get a text saying "I am done for the day, had a great time though" my crazy ass calls him cuz i was thinking some one was being a dick to him his full day all to find out that he totaled his bike, but regardless of that he had a blast LOL, and even though I asked him not to ride anyone else's bike in case he drops it he still rode Art's that day (pic below). I know that has probably come to some random ass ramblings but hopefully it all makes sense, and even if it doesn't to you it does to me. I am almost ecstatic to know that can remember all of this. As happy as I am to have found the pics, to a certain degree it makes me miss him. Like I have mentioned before I know he died doing what he loved, but sometimes that is not enough to take the pain away.