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Second (Mid)Life

The Attorney has decided to buy a motorcycle.

At age 53.

How many mid-life crises is one allowed?

And if you’ve already had one, does that make the first one actually a third-life crisis and the new one a two-thirds-life crisis?

I thought the luxury convertible six years ago was the mid-life crisis.

Or the young new boyfriend.

But, he sold the convertible about three years ago, and guys have since referred to me as a “Daddy” on more than one occasion.

So, maybe the bike is just a fresher component of the same old crisis.

It could be worse.

He could be coming home with shopping bags stuffed with Aeropostale and A&F, trying to shimmy into smedium t-shirts.

But, then again, maybe with a motorcycle he might shake up his super conservative wardrobe a little by dipping into a bit of leather.

Chaps on a 36-inch inseam?

Nice little mounds of denim pooching out the back?

Boots adding just enough lift to tip him over 6′-6″?1

Yes, please.

I wonder of they make chaps that tall?

Ironically, that’s an issue he faces with the bike he wants most. It’s not built for men his height.  The sales rep said that even with an extension package, it would probably be uncomfortable.

So, he’s trying to sell The Attorney on an alternative.

An alternative that The Attorney doesn’t currently see as an alternative.

He’s a man who wants what he wants.

Maybe this will put the whole idea to rest.

If only motorcycles were not so dangerous.

That’s my problem with it.

He broke is arm last spring when he took a spill running.

What’s a bike wreck going to do to his brittle old bones?

I’m joking.2

If only there was a way to have the wardrobe without the bike.

But a leather daddy stepping out of a BMW kind takes the puff out of the pastry, no?

  1. He’s 6′-5″ 

  2. A little.  He is 53. 

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  1. You know, I think you have some legitimate concerns, but I also have the impression that you are both very strong personalities, rather like Fritz and me, but (much) taller. One thing that has been the cement of our relationship (aside from laughter and caring) is that neither one of us has ever regarded the other as his home improvement project. Each of us allows the other to be exactly who he is. It may be that in regard to The Attorney and the motorcycle, that’s the best way to go.

  2. rayj rayj

    There was a time I really wanted a motorcycle. I had grown up around them and had ridden some in high school and college. I reached a point where I decided to buy one. About the same time I started working in cognitive rehab with head injury patients. It only took a couple of months for me to decide I preferred increased probabilities of continued independence to riding a motorcycle. I still miss riding sometimes but it’s easy to remind myself why I choose not to ride. I don’t know what I would do if my boyfriend wanted to ride.

  3. Interesting. I’ve been flatly denied for ever thinking of getting a bike. The reason being, in a car, well, a friend summed it up nicely. I’m a very confident driver. I’ll often be found zipping down I-95 at 80-85MPH in a car.

    I find the speed limits on our highways offensive because they are simply revenue generators and do nothing to enhance safety. And I remember when I was a kid the speed limit through the city of Providence was 70MPH! And even that is set artificially low.

    So as a result I see speed limits as merely suggestive.

  4. I have friends who are EMT’s so I would never own a motorcycle. I’ve heard too many horror stories of accidents as a result of cars causing the motorcycle to crash. I see nothing wrong with a daddy getting out of a BMW.

  5. Alex in California Alex in California

    Everyone knows someone that has been seriously hurt on a motorcycle. Excellent bike riders get injured all the time. You both have too much to lose.

  6. Todd/Imnot2bzy Todd/Imnot2bzy

    i think you would look pretty funny sitting on the back of

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