"The motorcycle bug is something not easily shaken ...
once I got one, I was going to have the itch forever."
-- Tess McRae,
"My Quest to Become a Real Motorcycle Boss,"
Queens Chronicle
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"If you've got the poison I've got the remedy."
-- Jason Mraz, "Remedy (I Won't Worry)"
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It's time for the One Good Thing "idiom of the day."
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Today's idiom is: "bitten by the ___________ bug."
This idiom means "to develop a passionate interest in a specified activity." Here are a couple of helpful example sentences from the Oxford Dictionary:
"Joe was badly bitten by the showbiz bug at the age of four."
"Seems that Bob has been bitten by the sales bug after his experiences at Imvector."
I had the distinct privilege of helping someone be bitten by the bug yesterday, specifically, the motorcycle bug.
My 15-year-old friend Elizabeth has been saying for some time now that she wants a motorcycle, but until yesterday she'd never straddled a bike. So after checking with her parents, I showed up at her house on my motorcycle, Suzi, to remedy the situation. I brought along my extra helmet, Elizabeth provided her own black, high-laced punk boots and studded pleather jacket, and off we zoomed.
It was a perfect day to ride. Ohio's countryside was shamelessly showing off her summer loveliness. Elizabeth looked exactly right and breezily natural in her first-time biker gear. She even has perfect motorcycle hair that whipped and swirled behind her and even did that pretty tumble-down thing when she took off her helmet.
I figured the ride would either scare her off motorcycles forever, or win her over for good. So when we rolled back up to her house, I asked the obvious question:
"So, do you still want one?"
Elizabeth's answer was a breathless and unequivocal "Yes!"
The motorcycle bug has been buzzing in Elizabeth's ear for a while, but after yesterday, I'm pretty sure it has its pincers securely sunk into her soul.
Yep. She's infected alright.
All I can says is it's a good thing I was there to help.
I had the distinct privilege of helping someone be bitten by the bug yesterday, specifically, the motorcycle bug.
My 15-year-old friend Elizabeth has been saying for some time now that she wants a motorcycle, but until yesterday she'd never straddled a bike. So after checking with her parents, I showed up at her house on my motorcycle, Suzi, to remedy the situation. I brought along my extra helmet, Elizabeth provided her own black, high-laced punk boots and studded pleather jacket, and off we zoomed.
It was a perfect day to ride. Ohio's countryside was shamelessly showing off her summer loveliness. Elizabeth looked exactly right and breezily natural in her first-time biker gear. She even has perfect motorcycle hair that whipped and swirled behind her and even did that pretty tumble-down thing when she took off her helmet.
I figured the ride would either scare her off motorcycles forever, or win her over for good. So when we rolled back up to her house, I asked the obvious question:
"So, do you still want one?"
Elizabeth's answer was a breathless and unequivocal "Yes!"
The motorcycle bug has been buzzing in Elizabeth's ear for a while, but after yesterday, I'm pretty sure it has its pincers securely sunk into her soul.
Yep. She's infected alright.
All I can says is it's a good thing I was there to help.
