Reminds me of things I've toted on a bike when I was younger and dumber: 1. My girl friend's basketfull of laundry, with her on the back reaching around to hold it in place on the tank by pulling it back into my chest -- and her panties blowing out of the basket into my face.
2. My buddy's very large wife whom I'd volunteered to pick up from work cuz their only car was in the shop. She was wearing a dress and carrying file folders, so was sitting side-saddle, using her free arm to leverage a death grip around my chest. 3. Another large person, a Navy buddy, needing a ride to the airport from a farewell party we threw for him. "Lean with me, not against me" I said, but he was inebriated, so leaned con mucho gusto. I managed to counter his leans, but we bobbed and weaved like the drunken sailors we were, all the way to the airport. 4. A beer run for a case of Heineken, with faithful aforementioned girfriend, reaching around me to hold it tight while I balanced it across the tank and my knees. (She was very resourceful, and a keeper, but I failed to realize it at the time) Rememberances like those make me wonder how I lived to be so old. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Nighthawk Motorcycle Lovers!" group. To post to this group, send email to nighthawk_lov...@googlegroups.com. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to nighthawk_lovers+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/nighthawk_lovers?hl=en.
