And honey, on the back of the bike wearing shorts and flip flops, if HE REALLY LOVED YOU, you would be wearing the jacket gloves and riding pants.
Haha.
I took this girl to Six Flags in Vallejo, and she refused to wear any gear. She wore these shorts and flip flops. I put on my mesh gear, gloves, boots, helmet, threw my beloved cortech tri tankbag on and we both got on the stripped R6. I actually live at the "speed trap" in question, so I saw all those bikes pulled over on the side of the freeway on flatbeds as we started our way up to Vallejo (and past infineon).
Hell, I even saw this CHP Officer Rodriguez in his CHP pickup truck hassling/bsing some sprotbile bubbas at the gas station down the road. He's the mofo who gave me fix its for 4 different things in Santa Rosa when I was dumb enough to go take a ride on a weekend through squidville (Santa Rosa 101S) when coming back from Skaggs. He has a hard-on for bikes and damn does he ever write the sloppiest tickets. Hell, he wrote "Somoona county" on mine, amongst other dyslexic chicken scratch. My Oakland PD Officer friend and fellow combat vet (same platoon) who signed off on the fix-it ticket didn't even bother trying to decipher any of his bullshit.
That teaches me for taking a leisure ride on a weekend, something I usually do on the weekdays when no one's around.
Anyway, so I saw that funny fat bastard when I was getting gas, and continued on up 37 where I saw cop after cop, and moto after moto. I continued on to Six Flags with the crazy bitch on back who bought me a season pass. We spent the whole sweaty hot day there, and then I fu**ed her in a bathroom at the Marriott hotel across the street.
You're right, I didn't really love her.