nyah nyah, I win...

CODA: The other half has capitulated. Or, as my father more poetically said, the immovable object (him) met with (fell victim to) the irresistable force (me). Or something like that.

In a fit of spousal love (I can only assume), the OH found a helmet that he liked or at least can tolerate, and ordered it. He said it was because I agreed to join his motorcycle club as a spousal member to support him, but refused to ride the bike if he wasn't protected. I hadn't even been nagging him about it! So the lesson here is, it might take 4 years of campaigning, but if I want something badly enough, eventually, I'll get it. :)

Hey, whatever his motivation, I'll take it. I'm happy he's better protected. Hopefully he'll wear it even when I'm not on the bike.

In another coda to the previous post, our group took a trip down to Port St. Lucie and I rode (in a car) with the guy who had the accident on the blue bike, and his wife. Really nice people. Strangely, I didn't recognize him when we were first introduced, mainly because I hadn't met him before the accident. When someone told me that he was the guy, I apologized for not recognizing him without all the blood! Sad but true.

Happily, he is doing well and still riding. His wife is also a full-patch member of the group and still supports him, which is sweet. I was just relieved to find a ride with someone who didn't have rugrats in the car. Three hours each way with strangers and their kids? No thanks. I would've driven my own car had it come to that.