So I rode on the back of a motorcycle once in high school

with shorts on and burned my calf on the tailpipe. Second time on a bike I had just turned 40. It was a loud Harley with a suction cup seat on the back. I’ve experienced a few suction cup fails; I could be like the shower caddy slowly sliding down the wall. But no matter. In the summer of 2018, I was just a girl falling for the feeling of being on a bike.

Published by bitchontwowheels

Sharing banal observations of my motorcycle experiences.

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