When I was in junior high, a boy from school rode over to my house on his bike. This said a lot being that I lived out in the country. My mother wasn’t too impressed. She criticized his socks that came to his knees. I think that was her way of saying she didn’t want me having a suitor at such a young age.
I was never infatuated with boys on motorcycles as I grew older. This was probably a great relief to my mother. But I am telling you I am head over heels in love with this biker dude. I think everything he does is cool. I haven’t been able to get him to kiss me yet, but I have hope for the future. Isn’t he just a babe? 😉