Motorcycle Madness - and Squeezing a Little Thigh

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I refer to an initial coffee date as a "business meeting".  It's the business of searching for life's partner.  It tends to relax the situation when we remove romantic connotations and related performance anxiety.

I also presume as I do with all people, that there is something about them that I can find to like.  Find that.  Focus on it.  And have at least a pleasant experience.   

I also assume that I can learn something about life from anyone with whom I share an hour and a cup of coffee.   

With this philosophy, I am still in electronic and telephone contact with a number of metro Miami women with whom I have shared a couple of hours and coffee and the contact is now about what we are finding out there on the dating web.   

In a conversation with one of these women (she is a Graduate Degree Professional Educator and fluent in 3 languages) she mentioned she had just cancelled a date.   Why?   Because after setting up the date, he left his phone on and she heard the next 30 minutes, what he was doing with another woman.

Ick!  Yes.   Details please....   Yes, I asked.  How could I not.   She said she was too much of a lady to repeat them. 

Of course you like me, are thinking, "How delicious.  Damn.   How could she tease you that way?"  Precisely.  It would be like going to a movie because of all of the hot T&A shown in the trailer and then the movie has none of it.  Very frustrating.   Perhaps this woman is just a little "too classy" for moi.

But the question I had for "classy lady" was how she profiled this man in the first place.   What was in his profile photo?   She mentioned that he was on a motorcycle in his profile photo.

So I mentioned "......and you have a teenage son?

"Yes"

"Do you want him on a motorcycle? "

"No."

"You want him BORN TO BE WILD?"

"No."

"Do you want to get on a motorcycle?"

"Uh....no."

"Then what's going to happen when he shows up at your house on his motorcycle?"

"Uh...."

So I explained to her about Motorcycle Madness.   It was April 1991, I had just turned 22 and had been dumped on or about my birthday by the first girl I had ever dated for more than a week.  And since she had mentioned something about liking motorcycles, I had been looking at them and possibly or partly as a last ditch attempt to have her back, I bought a 750 Honda Custom with a fairing.  That was also the same week I quit drinking completely.  Good thing.  50% of motorcycle fatalities are drivers with less than 6 months of experience, under the age of 25 and alcohol is involved.  But the point is, that rarely is the motorcycle purchase out of need.  It tends to be a want.  And it's not really the motorcycle that we want.

So why is the guy buying a motorcycle if he does not really want the motorcycle?


Subconscious desire.  The subconscious is telling him that if he has the bike he will end up with the girl.   And the girl will wrap her arms around him and with her breast pushing into his back, follow him anywhere he steers the bike.   And since he is 22, 32, 42, 52, 62 or 72, with not a lot to say to a woman and even less as to understanding as to what she might say, going down the road at 60 mph with the wind and maybe even wearing a helmet, how are you going to have a conversation anyway?

But the wind, air and sun (like boating or convertibles) may get both of you to a happy place without ever needing a conversation.   I was with someone like that for 25 years.  The beach did it for her.  I did not.  I need a conversation with more than a couple of seagulls.

Another factor, unique to bikes is that the riders, are feeling every vibration of the motor.   And the point of contact for that vibration is the right through the seat into the pelvis.   And what's resting right there in the pelvic region for men?  Right.   And for women?   So there is a bit of the Viagra effect enhancing blood flow to that region.  Hmmmmm.   You didn't see that one coming.  But I guaran-damn-t-it. That's what is going on for men on bikes, especially those with the glasspack mufflers.  And women too.  Stop on the side of the road and have this discussion with a biker rally....I have....they and their backseat riders will just smile and nod at the tattoo-less guy driving the Escalade that that's been in enough conversations in biker bars to have figured them out.

But back to "classy lady".  I explained to her that at some point she is going to drive by an ambulance and see the body of a rider on the side of a highway.  Forever after her heart will skip a beat every time someone she loves revs and engine and pulls out of the driveway.

When I met the mother of my children, she advised that a kid in her high school died in a motorcycle accident and that she had no interest in getting on one.  I put the bike up for sale.  I've lost people I served with in the Marine Corps to motorcycle accidents, friends parents and partners of business associates.   Losing a kid on a motorcycle is devastating.  But losing your dad while you are in college is just as bad.  Or losing a business partner and with the help of their family having to clean up all of the projects they were in and settle an estate is a waste of everyone's life.

I rode a motorcycle through my three years of Law School at the University of Illinois - put 25,000 miles on a Honda Magna V45 in about 12 months.  

I was 23-24 and would ride a long way to squeeze a little thigh (Latin version).

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