Of Scenic Routes, and Holly Techniques.

Today's blog is about Kotmish, aka Tursu as in picles, aka Levent - who besides other things also happens to be my boyfriend, well, technically hubby, but I find the official title a little too formal. Yes I still live in the 90s, in that dove white rambler in Rumelihisarustu. What I really wanted to say is that he transformed himself from the ugly ducklet into quite a handsome...well...biker. I initially watched his flirting with his second hand Honda bike with my female pride and ignorant admiration. He takes me on road trips via panoramis routes in Washington DC, like the George Washington Parkway, which overlooks Georgetown and the Potomac - it is even called the "scenic route", DC is so green it looks like a jungle. I was indeed happy to drive every morning through thick woods, curvy highways - I once even ended up in a restricted zone, realized it is the Pentagon, had to back with panic, another friend of mine ended up in the CIA compound in the same way, and was gently told to back up her car. These small ordeals notwithstanding, I always feel my spirit is uplifted as I enjoy the riverside, grand historic mansions, monuments and bridges on my way. Now, using or discovering similar scenic routes, we ride together to Georgetown, have a quick cup of latte, and ride back home. Well, here is where the fairy tale becomes a cabbage tale: my enthusiasm has been curbed slowly as Levent found fast and furious biker friends. Now they go to race tracks, or ride to perfect what Levent calls the "technique", and what I call "the holly technique", because he seems so taken by his passion to perfect this technique. He tells me about it after every weekend ride with his biker friends. On top of that, now he has two other bikes, and I am afraid my relevance as a non-biker girl has made me a non-participant of those more "technical" rides. I think I picked the wrong hobby. I should have learned how to ride a bike, not how to sculpt Benjamin Franklin's head!