Happy Anniversary

Call me crazy, call me a fool who's parted ways with his money. I don't care, I knew what my wife wanted and I bought it for her.

I bought her a new Harley this week.



Tuesday night I told her I had to work late. Instead, I stopped by the Harley Dealer on 96th street after work, and browsed bikes. I'd seen a used Dyna Low Rider on their website that drew me in. As it turns out, I got a better deal on the new than I could have gotten on the used bike.

I signed all the paperwork on Tuesday night, and came back to pick the bike up after work on Wednesday.

Last night, while she and the kids were at a church meeting, I rode the bike home and parked it in the garage. I unplugged the garage door opener (like I do in the winter so nobody accidentally lets the heat out of the garage) -- so she'd have to walk in through the front door.

When she got home, I handed her a card and gift. The gift was about the size of a ring box. The card was an anniversary card -- it's our 20th anniversary this year.

She opened the box, expecting a ring. Instead, it was a key to the bike.

She looked at it with a puzzled expression, not recognizing it. The new Harley keys look like the key to a vending machine.

I said, "Read the words on the key."

Inscribed on the key were the words, "Harley Davidson".

She ran to the garage and screamed. I thought she might faint. Her knees buckled. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

I had completely surprised her. This is something she's wanted since she was a little girl riding behind her dad on his 1978 Harley FLH Ultra Glide.

I bought her a 2009 Dyna Super Glide.



She's still in shock.



She hasn't ridden it yet.



I'll have to peel her off the ceiling to get her to ride it.