Easy Rider and Chopperguy

I finally convinced a young gal at work to take a ride with me on my chopper. Of course living in a helmet law state, it had to wait a day so I could bring in the spare lid for her. It's nice to be a happily married man who doesn't have to putt off to the singles scene with a spare helmet on the bike all the time. That would destroy any illusion of spontaneity. "Yeah, I always carry a spare helmet with me on my light weight, stripped down chopper."

Letting her choose between the shorty and the full, she went for the shorty and was shocked when I handed her goggles. I may hate helmets, but I insist on eye protection regardless. Just on my bike. Anyone else can do whatever they damn well please. As I started up the chop, one of the other bikers gave her some passenger advice, like not to move around and always look in the direction the bike is headed. He also had this gem.

I don't mean to sound like a pervert or anything, but by the time he gets you home you're probably going to want a cigarette and a shower... It tickles.

I've given quite a few women rides on the chopper. Most of them start off a bit tenuous when I tell them to put their arms around me and hold on tight. A few twists of the throttle and they get the idea. I'm not trying to get some action, just handing out free advice. But this gal threw her arms around me and held on before we even started rolling. Just two blocks into the ride she leans over and says to me;

I can't wipe this stupid grin off my face.

After a couple of miles she again leans forward.

I just want to get on some dark country road and go fast.

I do the next best thing and pull onto a dark, lonely highway and hit the gas. When I dropped her off at home she was all giggles.

That was awesome! I felt like a puppy dog with its head out the window.

Congratulations to all you young and single chopper guys out there. I think I just created another chopper junkie.