“I’ve decided,” Craig said.
“Decided what?” asked his wife, Jenny.
“Well, you know how much I love traveling, right?” Craig said. “And you know much I love to ride my motorcycle, too.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I thought,” Craig said, “that the two of us might hop on my cycle and take a road trip somewhere cool for our summer vacation.”
“Oh Craig,” Jenny said, “your child-like innocence and naivety never ceases to amaze me.”
“What are you talking about, Jenny?” Craig asked. “Why do you always repudiate my great ideas?”
“Craig,” Jenny said, “if you’re dead set on taking a motorcycle trip, then go right ahead, but there’s not a tittynope chance in hell that I’ll be going with you.”
Written for these daily prompts: Jibber Jabber (traveling), Ragtag Daily Prompt (cycle), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (somewhere), The Daily Spur (innocence), Your Daily Word Prompt (repudiate), and Word of the Day Challenge (tittynope, which Melanie assures us is not a dirty word).
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I get the impression he’s a real bad motorcycle rider lol. Good story.
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Not the most skilled. 😏
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Wise to not ride with him then I think.
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My older brother (RIP) was a passionate motorcyclist. I loved riding with him because he was a very careful rider. He too courses in safe riding. He kept helmuts in various sizes for passengers. Ellen, his wife, never rode with him. But one day, it was a beautiful day and he suggests a ride along the road down by the beaches. It’s one of the few toll roads that isn’t a bridge or an interstate highway. Once you paid the toll, you could go to any of the nice Jones Beaches, or any of the Captree or other Nassau County white sand beaches. This was off season and a Sunday morning, so it was going to be a beautiful excursion on a usually empty road.
Ellen decided THIS time, she’d go.
My brother was cut off by a car who didn’t seem to know that motorcycles aren’t kiddy tricycles and need room to stop — especially since this was a big touring Kawasaki. Matthew hit the car and the handles of the bike collapsed both his lungs and broke most of his ribs. He was tossed from the bike and Ellen landed on top of him. She was barely scratched. Matthew made a petty good pad for landing. He was touch and go for weeks in the hospital.
When he was done, he sold all five of his bikes. He said it was a good, solid warning and he didn’t need more than one, thank you. And so ended his days of loving the road. It was a cautionary take for all of us. There WASN’T a more careful rider than Matt. Most motorcyclists are care. They know how vulnerable they are. But motorists in cars simply don’t get it … or they don’t care. I’ve been a passenger on a lot of bikes over the years and I can’t count the number of times drivers tried to run us off the road. At first I thought they just didn’t SEE us, but eventually I realized that some of them thought it was funny to knock motorcyclists off the road.
My brother survived, though cancer took him a few years later. I haven’t ridden a bike since.
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I, too, was a careful motorcyclist, but as soon as our first child was born, my wife would no longer ride on the back of my bike and was not happy when I went out alone, for fear of my being hit by a car. So there ended my motorcycling days.
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Today we changed the battery in our wall clock. I bought the clock specifically because we often have power cuts, and bought a radio-controlled clock so I would not need to mess with it.
The buttons on the clock are tiny and beyond my eyesight.
The clock now displays CET rather than UK time. I have no idea how to take that hour away again.
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Ah, technology! Can your wife help with the tiny buttons?
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I fear that, for the sake of changing a battery, we will be forced to buy a new clock.
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Planned obsolescence?
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It was my wife pressed these buttons in the first place!
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Unbelievable for a prompt!! I thought this was the most badass way of using all the prompts and combining it into one short story.
I just got out of my Creative Fiction Writing Workshop class, and my work is nowhere near as awesome as yours. Don’t worry. I am not selling myself short, or putting myself down. I am the kind of writer that needs more time in writing awesome things.
As for you, I have to commend and admire how this took you maybe ten to thirty minutes.
Great work!!!
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Thanks, Akasha. I appreciate your kind words. Do you have a blog on WordPress?
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I do. Right now I’m working on one. It’s where my poetry and brainstormed writing prompts go at the moment. I want to get into writing like your style though lol. It’s:
https://whirlwindofverses.wordpress.com
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Tut tut, all ready for a trip and no companion!
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Sad, isn’t it? 😂
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Indeed!
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I learnt a new word today…tittynope…
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I used it for the first time in my life for this post and I doubt that I will ever use it again. 😏
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Great use of the prompt words, and yours is the most unique way “tittynope’ has been used. One brother of mine is an avid motorcyclist – has a big Harley Davidson (or maybe two now). I wouldn’t ride with him (if I could get on the thing in the first place, which I could NOT); the other was an avid motorcyclist, but had his fair share of near misses. But he’s a rather mediocre driver in a CAR, I wouldn’t ride with him either. But in my youth I had a boyfriend who had a big hog too, and we’d cruise I-80. No helmets. The young are truly foolish, but nothing untoward happened, thankfully. Well save getting bugs in one’s teeth…
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Did I use “tittynope” correctly?
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Yes you did, in the context of your tale. Small to no chance? Sounds okay to me!
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👍
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It’s going to be a lonely ride if he takes it still.
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