I’ve only driven on a motorcycle once in my life – well, been driven. I was about sixteen, and a co-worker took me a for a spin around the suburb. It was fantastic, and fast, and terrifying.
Still, I’ve had some close encounters with them: when I worked in a petrol station pumping gas, I leaned against a hot engine and burned my leg rather badly. So badly that one classmate made whip-noises upon seeing the burn, blister, and eventually scar – and that was one of the worst experiences of my high-school years, as it became an all-day, class-wide, bullying mess.
(The boy in question was the son of the school counsellor. Not a good look when I finally laid it out for the vice-principal … but it stopped after that.)
Still, when given the opportunity to pose on a motorcycle? I was totally going to take up that option!
*click for more!*
Yes, these were taken on the same day as last week’s photographs – the lovely Kiana took the pics, while DvsV provided the motorcycle.
*click for a different view*
Do I want one myself? Not really. But I wouldn’t mind another ride …