Ride on the back of a motorcycle

I always kind have thought of motocyclists as crazy and reckless. My mom always says “They are donor cycles. Get hit, hit a pot hole, or simple fall… you are dead. We take your organs” (she’s a nurse so she actually does take your organs) I mean she always tells me these stories to make sure it’s not something I ever get interested in.

A guy I like rides a bike. Don’t know why, but riding on a motorcycle became a fantasy a while ago but I never expected to ever ride one. Then Waqar (my crush) rode on over one night and told me to put pants on and ride with him. So nervous, scared and excited thinking about my mom’s lectures, thinking I can actually die.. I snuck out to ride with him!!

It was really romantic. I mean it could be, if you ride with your bf/gf… it’s super super hot. After I got over the initial fear and clinging onto Waqar for my dear life (poor dear he’s so thin too I think I broke some of his bones), ahhh I really enjoyed the cold summer wind on my face, the starry sky, the smell of trees fresh soil at night on the windy country road of long island, and hugging my crush a lot.

Now to be able to ride a motorcycle myself.

with a guy friend in Barcelona. It was fun!

with my ex boyfriend dan a little over a year ago

Such an amazing experience!! The rush of the wind on the face – the speed of the machine… and hanging on tight to this cool friend – soooooo worth it! He’s offered to give me a ride whenever I want – can’t wait for summer!

But I’d sure love to ride on one!

I’ve got this secret fantasy about dating a girl who has a rocket of a motorcycle. We’d wear gear head to toe. I’d ride on the back, then people on the street would go “Hey check out those two chicks on that bike” and inside, we would chuckle and laugh.

is VERY nice…. :D

i did it when i was young and it was so scary and fun. do it.

Yeah, I’ve done this. Twice. The first time my dad drove me around on the back of his friend’s Harley without a helmet. I was seven. The second time some random guy at work tried to scare me – no helmet once again. It didn’t do anything for me.