I always found motorcycles the best. I don’t like cars to the point that I hate guys who adore them. But I love bikes.
So when I first rode one, sitting behind the boyfriend, I simply loved it, I still do. But things have changed…
A month ago the substitute father of my boyfriend died in a motorcycle accident. It was not his fault, nor anybody else but the state who puts these ridiculous yellow blocks on the side of the road. He died almost immediately. And last week on top of that, the boyfriend got in a motorcycle accident, luckily he was fully ‘armed’ in his motor suit, so only his foot hurt because it got stuck between his bike and the car involved.

With all this happening, I’m afraid of riding a motorcycle. You’re so vulnerable on it. I still love them though, but I’ll only look at them.