We went for a ride today.  On a motorcycle.. that needs clarified.  Neither of us had been to a popular beach here on the east coast so we made that our destination.  Barring traffic it would take less than four hours to get to. 

Now,  keep in mind we rode the bike for two weeks in South Dakota during the bike rally.  So,  this ride today did not seem to be much of a problem...Wrong!

We got there,  rode down the road first looking for a place to grab something to eat then we'd walk on the boardwalk.  I couldn't wait.  The scent, the sounds of waves,  the ....Did anyone know the beach on the east coast is nothing at all like a west coast beach??  There are miles of hotels.  No ice cream,  no head shops..erm, surf shops.. no.. real waves.  In fact.. is there no seaweed??   So,  we turned around and left.

Another four hours before we'd be home.  I could not figure out why my backside hurt as bad as it did.  Sure,  it was about 8 hours on the bike but compared to two weeks?  Finally my husband said..  "You don't like four hours without stopping do you?" 

That was the difference.  We were on and off the bike in those two weeks.  Never on it for more than an hour in a shot.  But he wanted to get home and relax...
We got home.  I still hurt..he cooked dinner.  I'm never getting on the bike again! 
Oh wait.. there's.. nevermind,  I'll be on it next weekend but we ARE taking more breaks!