High-tensile steel, to be exact.
I was nervous. Not sure what to expect. Would it hurt? Would I regret it later? Would I fall off? Would I turn into a "bad" girl?
The answers: No, No, No, Maybe.
This weekend I had the pleasure of my first motorcycle ride.
(I have no idea what high-tensile steel is.)
But I like it!
Although it was slightly chilly and very windy on Saturday afternoon, I donned my cowboy boots for a thrilling ride through the DC suburbs on a cherry red motorcycle.
Maybe you saw me . . . yellow fleece, gripping my companion in fear as we tooled up 14th street through Columbia Heights around noon.
Faster than a race horse, more powerful than a Vespa, and able to leap . . . well, nothing that I could tell, but my riding companion would like to leap something. I said he would have to wait until I was not on the back.
He agreed, but he did take me for quite a ride nonetheless. And although it left me sore in all kinds of places . . . seriously, why do my stomach muscles hurt? . . . Fiery Nuggets will ride again!
So, now that I'm living life on the edge, I might just invest in some leather.
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I want a motorcycle! (Preferably one with assorted anti-tourist weaponry).
"I took my GPZ out for a ride,
the engine felt good between my thighs"
-- Lou Reed
I've only been on one once, and it was Le Awesome, albeit terrifying. And it was a crotch rocket... I think I'd much prefer a cruiser.
Let's see the leather ;-)
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