Diamonds are a girls best friend. My bikes are mine.
I have two motorcycles, one is new and one is old. The new one is sleek, sexy, powerful, fast and has lines I could stare at for hours. The old one is clunky, rough, uncomfortable and loud, and she's starting to rust. I take good care of them, and they return the favor. They never say no (though sometimes it just takes time for the kick start to say yes), never say they are tired, or worn out, or need their space. All I ever have to do is get on them and go.
The road is my happy place. I can spend all day to go to the store around the corner. The miles slip by with a quiet tranquility that is only drowned out by the twist of my wrist.
My sport bike is beautiful. When we are together I wrap my legs aroud her holding her close. She leans with me at every bend. I can feel her become an extension of me and together we work as one to do the only thing she knows how, to go.
My cruiser is ugly. But I like her, she has a way about her that only I can appreciate. She fights me around every turn, always wanting to go back to center. At idle she shakes me to the bone, when moving I feel every bump in the road.
Each is special in her own way.
When I'm riding, even in groups I can be all alone, and it's comforting to know that the world is mine. Every road has its own soul, an adventure hidden between the lines painted on years ago, a life of it's own. the roads don't care who you are or where you're from, they just want to get you where you're going.
If you've never riden a bike before try it, is a magical experience when you can open your eyes to the world as you pass it by, there is an amazing amount of details that you miss in a car, the sights, the sounds, the feeling of the air flowing across your body at speed.
Close your eyes for a second and imagine being free.
Womanizer Starlet Review
2 weeks ago