Jonathan was practically born riding a motorcycle. It's something that he is going to do and I just have to deal with it. I've dealt with it and even rode with him on the different bikes in and out of his life. I'm fine with the bikes, well I was okay with the bikes until a few weeks ago. Jonathan and I leave around the same time every morning. This one morning I left for work before he did and I was watching him get his shit together as I was backing out of the drive. Then 20 miles from our house a man on a motorcycle flies past a whole line of traffic, yes that retard on a motorcycle was my husband. I changed lanes and caught up to him to see how fast he was going and let's just say I wasn't pleased. So I cussed him out the next time we spoke and he didn't give me a very good excuse.
"YOLO is my life philosophy when I'm on the motorcycle."
We had just returned from the beach where we learned that YOLO (you only live once) is the new saying with these young hip people. Not a saying that should be used when talking about driving like a manic on a motorcycle in morning rush hour traffic.