OUR 728TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

She felt this way because she is my wife and righteous.

For my part, I had complied with her earlier request and got her a new helmet – a glorious Schuberth M1 Pro.

“This is great,” she advised me. “Why did you not get me one like this before?”

“Because I am rubbish,” I told her.

This was not new information for Lynette.

“It’s amazing what a difference good gear makes,” she said. “It’s so soft inside. It doesn’t tear my earrings out of my head when I take it on and off. I can still yell at you.”

Our ride was from Singleton to Rylstone – so about a 400km round trip. The highlight being the Bylong Valley Way.

“Stop scraping the motorcycle,” she said after the first climb. “It feels like we’re about to go over a cliff.”

“It’s because we are,” I explained. “And yes, I’m joking. Stop hitting me. It distracts me from not riding off a cliff.”

“Some of those bumps are real kidney-busters,” she said after I’d bottomed the Chieftain out in a causeway. “Slow down, you fucken idiot.”

“I’m showing off so you’ll think me manly and virile,”I replied.

“I’ll kick your knees into jam,” she yelled in my ear.

I love her so much. She is my world.

Oh, and we also bumped into Al, who would have witnessed her killing me, so that’s probably why that didn’t happen.