being a passenger…it’s all in the hips.

I went on a motorcycle ride after work last night. I was told that I would need to change from my shorts and into a pair of jeans, for safety.  I was looking for a shirt to wear and I was told, ‘You have that little tank top with the spaghetti straps.’    Just because I would be riding on the back of a Harley, doesn’t mean I needed to LOOK like I was some Harley chick and I went with a loose fitting white t-shirt.

This was my second time on the back of his motorcycle. The first time I was in horrible amounts of back pain, but I was also in a crazy place in my head where the thought of doing something dangerous overrode that pain.  Riding on the back of Harley is much different than what I was use to being a passenger on, which was a crotch rocket.  When I was 18 years old we didn’t have to wear a helmet, I wore short shorts, tank top and my white rebok hightops.  I was screaming ‘preppy bitch’ in every possible way.  Now I am older , not only did I want to wear full body armor with chain mail, I wanted a seat belt. 

Being a passenger on this different type of motorcycle I finally got some of those unanswered questions I have always wondered about.

1. Why do those Harley women wear small tank tops?
The answer I came up with after being the back for 5 minutes:  It’s fucking hotter than HELL.  My thoughtful and stylish choice of ‘lose fitting white tshirt’ wasn’t a good one because as soon as the wind kicked up I couldn’t help but notice the ample boobage that was on full display if I looked down.  The parts that weren’t  flying about were now stuck to my skin that was dripping with sweat.  Next time I will wear the tank top…with spaghetti straps.

2. What’s with the braids?
The answer I came up with after pulling my hair out of the one he braided for me:  Because my hair would be a tangled mess…much like it was after the braid came out, but easier to brush out.

3. Really? Boots…what’s the purpose?
The answer I came up with after looking at myself during the ride:  Because the adorable green and blue trail running shoes DO NOT look right while on a Harley.

4. Why do they always eat in the bar?
The answer after pulling in to get a bite to eat and removing my helmet:  Because they stink and their hair is a mess…not something someone wants to display in a restaurant.

5. What’s with the beer/booze drinking?
The answer I came up with:  Because it’s hotter than HELL out there and nothing tastes quite as good as a beer after a ride.

I have yet to figure out the reason for the skimpy leather, but maybe that will come with the years of riding I hope we get to do.

Sadly though I don’t fit in with the group so I probably won’t be joining any groups and selling all I own to cross the lands on the open road on the back of Harley.  The only thing that screamed “Harley” was the thing I was riding and the helmet that had it written across it.