Joyriding and been caught

My friend had bought herself a 125cc Honda, it was her transport of choice.
Oh, how she loved this motorbike.

It started to give a problem nothing major, but something was not right with the motor and duly my hubby said he would look it over, service the motorbike for her.
He serviced the motorbike and we had for a few days to make sure that it was all good.

Me, being me had been having a few motorbike lessons, but admittedly not the greatest rider yet..... decided to take the motorbike down to the store that we owned which was only a few kilometers down the road.I thought I would travel the back roads to the store and it should be all ok.

Well, very excited at the thought, I went to put on my leather jacket, boots and got the full face helmet. Just needed the keys and I would be on my way.

I pushed the bike out into the road, put on the helmet, key into the ignition and turned on, now to kick start and the motorbike and it would roar to life.  I did all that I had been taught, felt so confident, hubby would be so proud of me when I arrived at the store.

The motorbike started I am traveling along steadily, no issue, one four  way stop ahead,  I stop, pull away and onto the second  four way stop.

This is where it all changes, I stopped and a Traffic Officer pulls up alongside of me, guilt rushing through me, making me nervous, suddenly feeling very hot, my mask is starting to steam up. I fidget, pretend to check my pockets willing him to move and be on his way.

In my nervousness the motorbike splutters, I over rev it with brake on and it dies on me. I now have to restart the motorbike, and it won't start.  It obviously had an IDIOT problem. By now the dear Officer had pulled his vehicle over  and was on his way to me. He had this knowing grin on his face asked me to show him my license.

Well of course, I did not have it on me, because I did not have one. I had to tell the truth that I had also taken the bike without permission too.

By now, the helmet was off, the leather jacket was too hot. My embarrassment and frustration at the impending fine and trouble that I was in, was too much.

The fine was given and I had to return back home which was two blocks away.  To add to my humiliation, the Traffic Officer must have called it in and a second car arrived on the scene and I had to start the bike and take it home. They had a field day laughing at my antics.

Needless to say I was in a bit of doggy doo  with powers that be, my hubby and friend.

The best was yet to come about three weeks later my innocent friend was out riding on a Saturday afternoon and she was merrily traveling along and was pulled over by a Traffic Officer with  flashing blue lights and siren asking her to pull over. 

The Officer wanted to check her driver's license. He wanted to know how long she had her motorbike as, he had seen another lady on the same bike three weeks back, and she had no license.....

Needless to say she was ok and had everything in place, he remembered the motor
bike, number plate and the fact that it was a girl that was the rider.

Rebel

Have you ever be swept off your feet in that once in a lifetime feeling, that this is something that you don't understand. I was just 20 years old and had started working in my own little cafe. The responsibilities were quite hectic. I had to balance books, stocks, staff and cash flow.

While all this was very challenging, it was daunting, considering I was quite a shy person, at that stage. I had to be bold as the "Boss".

My mom had passed when I was pretty young, but that is for another time.

I worked shifts in the store. One evening around 9pm this good looking "rebel" walked into the store. He was looking for Lemonade, Coke and ice. He was really different, long hair, an earring in the ear, black leather bomber jacket, someone that your mom would not want you to go out with.

I was gaga, out of character, I turned around and asked him what he was going to do with all the mixes and ice. His reply was that they were partying and would I like to join them. I did not know him, but I wanted to. He wanted to fetch me after work , however, I suggested it would be better that I met him at the venue.

Well that was another story as my dad and younger brother would come down to accompany me at closing time for security reasons with the cash and dropping of staff at home.

I made a call to my dad and told him not to come, I was going to close up with my friend and then we were going out and I would not be back too late. My dad was not happy, but allowed me to go out.  I then rang my friend at the time and asked her to accompany me to the party. Thank goodness she did help me out, and we went together.

We arrived at the lookout point where this large party of people were, my "rebel" was there.
There was a lot of drinking, laughing and music.  I was too embarrassed to say that I did not drink. I had tasted many different types of alcohol, but was not a drinker at all.  Well we talked and of course my glass was filled a few times, needless to say, I was not handling the drink too well. Luckily, we decided that it was time to leave, my "rebel" was too cute and asked me out for the next evening. A date....That was the beginning of the roller coaster of my life.