Reborn Alpha

10-06-2009 Tuesday

It's official! I can manage the streets in my trusty Honda Alpha, alone! Yep, you heard it right! Without anyone behind me (with that I mean 'Alex'), guiding me, telling that the stop sign is red and green means go and not the other way around, heehee.

He was here yesterday and I insisted that he let me have my motorcycle because I really need it today. He wouldn't wanna let me have it first, but when I threatened him that I'm just gonna sell it because it's no use for me that I bought it with my own money, talk about me being slightly bratty again, with my lips pouting and eyebrows crossed. Finally, he agreed, and he said that if I ever screw up in the road, he'll never let me ride it alone again. Yeah, speaking of a boyfriend-slash-big brother.

I am careful, of course, well, okay once in awhile I screw up, like I lost balance when the motor skidded on a slippery road, or when I almost hit the back of a truck, and things like that. Yeah, minor things caused by my stubbornness. I'll be very careful this time, I assured him.

Well, I lived up to my promise to him. I was careful earlier. Ok every now and then some bastard would look at me with those eyes that clearly states, 'the heck? A girl rider?' and I would let him eat the dust of my beloved Alpha. Know what? A little bit of ego boost is a really good thing, boys are more egoist than us girls, (whoever says otherwise can leave this page now), but earlier I feel like my ego is as big as the horizon in front of me as I speed away, like a bird flying free, leaving everything behind.

It feels nice. It makes me feel more like myself, more of what I want to be, more real than what I felt before leaving the house. The wind blowing against my face felt like a soft, gentle kiss of a loving parent, which is something I really wanna feel. The steady hum of the motor sounds like a lullaby to my ears, and the freedom I felt is uplifting. I am reborn because of my Alpha. I am a new me.

Now as I sit here in my usual corner where my computer resides, I'm still thinking of the ride I had earlier and I know that tomorrow, when I go to work, I'm so damn ready to hit the streets. Scared a bit? Yes of course, most accidents happen on a motorcycle but what makes me still do it? Because I want to. It's convenient, it gets me where I wanted fast, and it's cost efficient.

I'm a girl. I ride the motorcycle. I'm out there, hungry for the adrenalin rush. I practiced this mean 'hey-I'm-on-a-motorcycle' look and I can't help but crack myself up whenever a few eyebrows would raise. I'm proud of what I can do. I repeat, I'm a girl and I'm sure as hell proud of it.

Labels: girls, Honda Alpha, motorcycle, pink crimson, Proud to be a GIRL rider

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 4:59 AM