I glance at Your motorcycle and take a step towards it; admiring it's shiny details and tales of adventure etched throughout its body. "Would you like a ride?" Now?? "Now or later. Your choice." Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Now please!!! Re-wind to half a year ago. I had asked if You would give me the honor of my first ever motorcycle ride when the weather turned warmer....Most unfortunately, it's been the longest friggin winter ever. "Your flip flops won't do." But I have no other shoes with me. Problem solved. You offer me a pair of Your shoes. My feet rival those of Sasquatch now. I also slip into Your 50 pound leather jacket and man am I ever kewly-cute now with my biker girl Sasquatch look. You back the bike down the driveway and tell me to just swing my leg over the back bar to get on. Uh huh...just swing that Sasquatch foot over the back. After a couple of flailing and unladylike fish flopping moves, I'm on! Annndddd......vroom vroom! The next hour is through the back country roads of Illinois farmland, and a cobblestoned charming small town, with the sun sinking lower in the evening sky, and my hair looking like I stuck my finger into an electrical socket..... squeals giggles OMGs smiling so much my cheeks still hurt flying out of the seat over bumps chicken greeting us as we whiz by handlebar whip gently whipping my leg..."That's not a whip." the horse who hates motorcycles, hiding granges fields stretching out forever "Yaknow we just went 100 mph." Sure glad I didn't know that as it was happening, but what a rush as the fields were rushing by on both sides! Back home all too soon...and the flailing flopping fish imitation of sliding off the back of the bike going on behind you.
Thank you L, for one of the best birthday gifts ever.
Kaybee50: I glance at Your motorcycle and take a step towards it; admiring it's shiny details and tales of adventure etched throughout its body. "Would you like a ride?" Now?? "Now or later. Your choice." Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Now please!!! Re-wind to half a year ago. I had asked if You would give me the honor of my first ever motorcycle ride when the weather turned warmer....Most unfortunately, it's been the longest friggin winter ever. "Your flip flops won't do." But I have no other shoes with me. Problem solved. You offer me a pair of Your shoes. My feet rival those of Sasquatch now. I also slip into Your 50 pound leather jacket and man am I ever kewly-cute now with my biker girl Sasquatch look. You back the bike down the driveway and tell me to just swing my leg over the back bar to get on. Uh huh...just swing that Sasquatch foot over the back. After a couple of flailing and unladylike fish flopping moves, I'm on! Annndddd......vroom vroom! The next hour is through the back country roads of Illinois farmland, and a cobblestoned charming small town, with the sun sinking lower in the evening sky, and my hair looking like I stuck my finger into an electrical socket..... squeals giggles OMGs smiling so much my cheeks still hurt flying out of the seat over bumps chicken greeting us as we whiz by handlebar whip gently whipping my leg..."That's not a whip." the horse who hates motorcycles, hiding granges fields stretching out forever "Yaknow we just went 100 mph." Sure glad I didn't know that as it was happening, but what a rush as the fields were rushing by on both sides! Back home all too soon...and the flailing flopping fish imitation of sliding off the back of the bike going on behind you.
Thank you L, for one of the best birthday gifts ever.
Kaybee50: I glance at Your motorcycle and take a step towards it; admiring it's shiny details and tales of adventure etched throughout its body. "Would you like a ride?" Now?? "Now or later. Your choice." Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Now please!!! Re-wind to half a year ago. I had asked if You would give me the honor of my first ever motorcycle ride when the weather turned warmer....Most unfortunately, it's been the longest friggin winter ever. "Your flip flops won't do." But I have no other shoes with me. Problem solved. You offer me a pair of Your shoes. My feet rival those of Sasquatch now. I also slip into Your 50 pound leather jacket and man am I ever kewly-cute now with my biker girl Sasquatch look. You back the bike down the driveway and tell me to just swing my leg over the back bar to get on. Uh huh...just swing that Sasquatch foot over the back. After a couple of flailing and unladylike fish flopping moves, I'm on! Annndddd......vroom vroom! The next hour is through the back country roads of Illinois farmland, and a cobblestoned charming small town, with the sun sinking lower in the evening sky, and my hair looking like I stuck my finger into an electrical socket..... squeals giggles OMGs smiling so much my cheeks still hurt flying out of the seat over bumps chicken greeting us as we whiz by handlebar whip gently whipping my leg..."That's not a whip." the horse who hates motorcycles, hiding granges fields stretching out forever "Yaknow we just went 100 mph." Sure glad I didn't know that as it was happening, but what a rush as the fields were rushing by on both sides! Back home all too soon...and the flailing flopping fish imitation of sliding off the back of the bike going on behind you.
Thank you L, for one of the best birthday gifts ever.
Years ago, while living in Ohio, I dated a guy who put custom foot pegs on his bike for me because it was built for one person abd there were no pegs for a rider. It was my birthday and I wanted a motorcycle ride so badly that I rode on the fender! What a ride that was.....
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"Would you like a ride?"
Now??
"Now or later. Your choice."
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Now please!!!
Re-wind to half a year ago. I had asked if You would give me the honor of my first ever motorcycle ride when the weather turned warmer....Most unfortunately, it's been the longest friggin winter ever.
"Your flip flops won't do."
But I have no other shoes with me.
Problem solved. You offer me a pair of Your shoes. My feet rival those of Sasquatch now.
I also slip into Your 50 pound leather jacket and man am I ever kewly-cute now with my biker girl Sasquatch look.
You back the bike down the driveway and tell me to just swing my leg over the back bar to get on.
Uh huh...just swing that Sasquatch foot over the back. After a couple of flailing and unladylike fish flopping moves, I'm on!
Annndddd......vroom vroom!
The next hour is through the back country roads of Illinois farmland, and a cobblestoned charming small town, with the sun sinking lower in the evening sky, and my hair looking like I stuck my finger into an electrical socket.....
squeals
giggles
OMGs
smiling so much my cheeks still hurt
flying out of the seat over bumps
chicken greeting us as we whiz by
handlebar whip gently whipping my leg..."That's not a whip."
the horse who hates motorcycles, hiding
granges
fields stretching out forever
"Yaknow we just went 100 mph."
Sure glad I didn't know that as it was happening, but what a rush as the fields were rushing by on both sides!
Back home all too soon...and the flailing flopping fish imitation of sliding off the back of the bike going on behind you.
Thank you L, for one of the best birthday gifts ever.
May 16, 2018