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Suze In Leathers Mmmmm

Alex

We were out filling up my car at the weekend when we pulled up behind this bike.

Now Suze knows I would love a bike (if we could afford one), but objects on the grounds that I might wrap it round a tree and do myself some mortal injury. Though I think she’d like the leathers, no I know she’d like the leathers, what sort of rock chick doesn’t.

Come to mention it, Suze in leather grrrr!

Anyway, do you think she’s object to an number plate like this one ? LOL

3 thoughts on “Suze In Leathers Mmmmm”

  1. I’m slow on the number plate…there’s the x…vnw. It’s currently almost 12am and pouring outside, my brain isn’t working well. Okay…a bike is tres cool, but apart from that, it offers a full unadulterated view of the outside world, plus there’s the nomad-rebel aspect. I’ve always fantasised about having one, learning to ride one and all that, it’s a big investment (leathers, a decent bike – Harley’s are way too noisy, Ducati’s are great/and purr, and vespas..well they’re too wussy), and did I say leather?

    I remember the time I got my first tatt at Kings Cross, and its biker central or outlaw biker central, and it was a hot moment, looking at all the bikers in leather. The only other time a girl has a chance to look at a man in leathers is during the Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras, but that doesn’t count (gay and leather doesn’t excite me, the fantasised notion of sexual potential with the bloke is immediately killed by his preference for men), so the outlaw biker it is.

    Realistically though, bikes are more dangerous than cars, experience and bike hours are the key to safety, but even so, a bike offers less stability on the road, but even so, at the end of the day it’s the other motorists who usually cause the accident (where motorcycle accidents) are concerned. My theory is that a motorcycle rider is usually more cautious, and car drivers aren’t so cautious where motorcyclists or even cyclists are concerned, but that’s based on where I live.

    The most horrendous thing I’ve seen, across the road from where I live, occured one morning when I was on the way to catch the bus to the gym (ages ago), and I crossed the road to see police cars, and a near unrecognisable motorcycle. The rider died at the scene, and the driver of a car (turning – at a T intersection) was at fault as he didn’t give way to the motorcyclist.

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