yesterday was one for me.
i'd always dreamed of riding one, constantly claimed to want a boy with one, or one with the boy... either way, i can now say this with assurance: i want a motorcycle.
riding on the back of a chunk of metal (with cushions for seats of course), clinging onto my driver for dear life, going 130 down the highway is a thrill i have never before experienced. it is not comparable to driving in a car (even a convertible) or riding on a boat, or jet ski across the water. it's a different kind of thrill, of freedom...
there is more danger, more risk in a motorcycle. Falling or crashing is often catastrophic if not fatal.
Mothers all over the world fear that their son will one day buy a motorcycle, or that their daughter will climb onto the back of some boy's.
yet on i climbed, trusting in my driver and that he would keep me safe
~for a wild ride~
