I've always been fascinated with the two- wheel drive. I had my first bicycle when I was five years old, a scooter when I was 15, and now that I'm a big man, I got a big motor bike. These fancy collections are still sitting on my garage. So you can only imagine how changing tires could be snap. I'm know the ins and outs of my precious babes as I know them mechanically.
I taught my girlfriend how to ride the bike. I can see in her the interest not just to please me but to do it herself. This is also one of my lurking fantasies for long, to have my girl drive a
big bike. What can I say? She's picture perfect. I always get thrilled whenever she drops by to pick me up. She sets fire on the road, at least that's how I'd like to think of her.
She was on a road trip when I suddenly received a call. She's about to burst into tears, stranded with a flat tire. There was no help from the road so I rushed to her with all the necessary tools. I was ripped to see her very helpless just because of a flat tire. In my world, there's no space for panic and fear or I'll be a fag. What is it with women and flat tires?! Then, I put on an act and let her do the dirty job. She was surprised but she can't do anything. I blared out instructions like an annoyed jerk. She was nervous at first but after a while she was doing it like a pro.
Did we break up? Almost but nah! How can I let go of my girl who's now very skilled and confident? She knows her bike so well, maybe better than what she knows about me. She always packs tools like levers, wrenches, screwdrivers, some manuals, and stuffs. She
rides in style, with confidence and the aura of an empowered babe. I see her as a true-blue rider.
