As I walked out of work, friends greeted me and I overheard something about, "Let her ride..." I immediately got nervous as I had not pre-planned any type of motorcycle ride, and didn't have time to talk myself in or out of action! A shopping excursion delayed my mission, but did not prevent it. As we exited the store, I found myself handing over my car keys and asking for an explanation on how to get on the two-seater. "Good Lord, please don't let me kick him in the head", is all I could think as I hoisted myself onto the bike. With a rev of the engine, that joyfully set off a near by car's alarm, we were on our way.
While I did have faith in the driver, my mind wondered upon such thoughts as, "This thing doesn't have any seat belts". Quickly followed by, "Well, if I fall off, I probably wouldn't want to be strapped to the bike anyway.". A few blocks into the ride, I felt pretty relaxed and got the feel for the bike (or at least I hope I did!) and was loving it. I relaxed as the wind invited me to do so, and thought too bad the roads aren't endless and the daylight is never ending. I could ride all night.