“It was not scary as I first thought it was,” I told “my Arthur” after our half-day joyride yesterday.
I had my first motorcycle ride in a Suzuki bike courtesy of “my Arthur.” I was afraid initially but when I got on and “fastened” my left hand at the back and my right to him, I didn’t have any fears at all. Well, of course he didn’t drove that fast because we were searching the inner streets.
He was so nice and thoughtful always asking if I’m okay and I guess that helped because I didn’t want him to worry about driving and a baggage like me.
It was great especially because I experienced it (no pun intended) it with “my Arthur.*”
(*I shall explain why I call my boyfriend “my Arthur” in future posts.)
2 comments:
i have yet to ride a motorcycle.I only bike and i'm afraid to ride one in manila
Years ago, well just months ago, I never really thought of riding one. I was arguing with my "then officemate" and now boyfriend what's good in it when your safety is at stake. But that was then :) I enjoyed it and looking forward to the next trip.
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