So I went away for the weekend with my daughter and her sister (half, no I didn’t have another kid in the past week). We were on an Island and I swear every time we got on the road we were passing more motorcycles than cars. There were a ton of them! Thousands (I learned later there was some kind of race thing going on).

Now I’ve never been much of a motorcycle girl. I once dated a guy who drove one, and I swear riding on his bike just about gave me a heart attack. It was terrifying! But then it was just a small little Honda. So really? I could have done without the bike. And over all I never got excited over motorcycles or the men riding them. (Though I must have a little because I named a character after that guy I dated and put a bike in the book Love for Sale).

Anyway, I never got weak knees over biker boys…until today. Some where between like the 500-600th bike we passed it all started to change. Seeing all the guys (every age) in leather and chaps riding big fattie Harley’s stirred something in me. And the way some of the men would have a woman on the back, her arms wrapped around his waist. It just looked so…hot. Or… maybe I’m just lusting after the Harley. Maybe I want to be one of those chicks riding their own bike. Hmm. Could be. Maybe that’ll be my first purchase when I get a six figure deal.

How about you. Have you ridden a motorcycle? Do you want to? Do men on Harley’s make you wanna :hump: