Your advice requested.

Here's the story, in a nutshell: About two months ago, on a whim, I met up with my little sister Kat down in Auburn because I happened to be down there for another reason. She was on her motorcycle. One thing led to another, and soon I was whizzing down the freeway sitting behind her on her motorcycle, going 65 miles per hour.

It was like an ephipany. It was ... like the most ... astoundingly beautiful, amazing, delightful, .... I could go on, but you get the idea. I was thinking "This seriosquilio fucking rocks, where has this been all my life, it is now simply unimaginable to me how I could have wasted the probably 2 to 3 hundred thousand miles of driving I have done in my lifetime on a car, when I could have been on a motorcycle."

So a couple weeks later I was signed up for the evergreen safety council's two day long novice motorcycle rider's safety course. I concentrated, bringing my considerable capacity for learning to bear, and I passed both the written and driving tests at the end of the course with flying colors.

I am currently in the process of buying a used motor cycle which I went and drove the other night for about an hour and which I rather like and which is rather inexpensive, as these things go--kind of a beginner's bike, as it were.

Today I had another revelation. In many different ways, large and small, my lovely super amazing wife Megan has been communicating to me over the past couple months that she is ... very much against the idea of me becoming a regular rider of motorcycles. I think this is mostly being informed by her fear that something bad will happen to me, and is being exacerbated by her fear of the expense involved in buying the bike and the gear I need.

Now I find myself ... "torn" isn't exactly the right word. It's more of a ... wondering. Something more like Tevye with the first pair, Tzeitel and Motel, rather than Tevye with the last pair, Chava and Fyedka.

On the one hand ... This is a *big* "want to" of mine. Lately, whenever I drive anywhere in the van, I'm thinking "I could *so* be on a motorcycle. It would rock. The open air, that astounding feeling of being on the bike, etc. etc."

On the other hand, in the larger picture, my relationship with Megan is *very* important to me. Very very important. And ... marriage and relationship is sometimes about sacrificing what I want in favor of what the other person wants--"deference", as Mike Weeks taught us all those years ago.

And yet on the other hand ....

I could continue back and forth on the hands for some time here. But I think you get the picture, and no doubt you could continue the hands thing yourself for at least a few more paragraphs =).

What do you think I should do?