As the sun began to set, Heather and Jon stole us away from the fun and games for some more fun and games... on Hal's motorcycle! If you've been following my blog, you'll know that his Harley is very special to us both. Hal inherited it from his late father and drove it up from California with a ring. He proposed to me on a bike trip soon after.
I grabbed my leather jacket, slipped on my boots, and off we went up the driveway...
... very slowly. I'm dying of laughter because my cousin drove the photographer/videographer team along beside us in my parents' golf cart! We felt so silly. And yes, we were sans helmet for aesthetic purposes. Kids, do not try this at home.
All was fine and dandy, until we made our way home. Until I felt a sharp tug on my leg. Until I screamed for Hal to stop. Until my train got caught in the back tire!!!
The outer layer of chiffon was completely ripped off. Hal untangled the mass of fabric wound up in the wheel spoke while I looked down at myself in shock. Did an accidental trash-the-dress session really just happen? Laughing it off, I thanked heaven for gown lining and for not being indecently exposed. I have a faint battle scar on my thigh to this day.