“Men automatically double their sexiness quotient when riding motorcycles”
You know, that’s just the effect we’re goin’ for, too
You know, they say making people laugh is a good thing but I don’t think you have the right idea.
outlierrn, you’re probably right. And you know, I’m not naive, and there’s very little posing that i don’t :dubious: at. Except for the bike.
now now, if you’re a real picunurse I know you’ve cared for dozens of pts I wouldn’t want survive to be, they can have my organs, and no heroic measures please.
Scooters don’t count, do they?
Besides, I sold it many years ago.
I still have a M-class licence, if that counts.
No,no, wise up, it’s like sleight of hand or witchcraft glamour, it just enhances the image. It’s like a woman with a push up bra, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. You’s still have to get to know the person with the object of desire.
Too bad this effect doesn’t seem to apply to guys on bicycles. If there were any logic to the world, it would - as a group, we’re much more lean and fit than the motorcycle riders. And while those traits don’t directly imply ‘better in bed’, they certainly positively correlate with it. 
Oh, yeah…all that leather and dust… I’m a sucker for a guy with three day’s growth and dark glasses and windblown hair. Oh yeah…
I actually had to talk my husband INTO buying his Harley. He’d had a street bike for years, but was afraid to spend the money. Well, I convinced him we wouldn’t starve, and he bought one in 2003. He’s a pretty sexy guy to begin with. He was sexier on his Suzuki than he was standing next to it. But on the Harley…hot damn! I think it’s all about knowing in my head that he is capable of handling a nearly 800 lb. machine, between his legs!!! Not to mention that the bike is just plain gorgeous. We’ve had a whole lotta bikers (hardcore and RUBs) tell us “Don’t change a thing!” when checking out the Softail (not MY soft tail…;)).
I’m a little annoyed by the whole “donorcycle” thing though. No medical professional can tell me they see more motorcycle deaths/injuries than car deaths/injuries. It’s probably not even proportional to the number of cars:bikes on the roads. I know of very few bike accidents that were the bikers faults. Pretty much all the others I’ve seen or known about were the fault of a driver in a car. I fear crotch rockets, even though they look like fun. No thanks. Nothing should be that fast and earthbound.
I’d rather live a short full life than a long dull one. And the bike adds to our lives. If we are ever in an accident, I’d prefer death, as the rehab from anything else might prove to be more than I can handle. I’m not yammering on like some irresponsible schoolgirl here. I have 2 children, one of whom is severely disabled. The both ride with Dad. In fact, my autistic son is a way better passenger than his brother. They are both being taught how to behave on and around bikes, and that they are not just big bicycles. My husband has owned some form of motorcycle for 35 years (he’s a whopping 39). He’s very adept at watching ahead of himself and behind, in order to maintain the highest level of safety possible. We live in the coal region of PA, where the roads seem to beg for bikes…twisty, mountain roads, lined with trees. Life is good.
The exception proves the rule.
yeah, but just imagine him without the bike
Haha - you got me to laugh out loud.
I’m a chick who used to have a motorcycle. One of my more memorable “affairs” was a guy 6’4", in a rock and roll band, had bullets on his boots, and drove a sweet bike. It was a powerful combination.
Bikes are just sexy. Even more so when you understand how to control them. I will say that sport bikes do have one neat quality…the way they shove the persons butt up. There aren’t many things you can sit on that accentuate your tushy, but a sport bike is one.
If I found out my little bass boat guy had a motorcycle, I’m pretty much certain that would hurl me over the edge.
but what a fall…
I ride a motorcycle every day and I would like to thank you for that little bit of encouragement. So on the bike I can reach a 4 maybe even a 5? Bonus!
Of course, we haven’t even mentioned women on motorcycles…there is very little in this world that is hotter.
Not *remotely *interested in women on motorcycles. Sorry.
It’s such a nice morning that I decided to go for a little ride down to Toad’s (a gas station a couple of miles away).
The bike started nicely (I bought a new battery a month or so ago) and was nice and toasty by the time I put on my leather jacket, helmet and gloves. I think I’ll go down the hill and ride along the beach.
Now, I’m very close to the beach – a short block. Not enough time for the dew-covered tires to dry out. Made the left turn and the machine slipped out from under me. I look for those evil maple leaves that like to fall slick on nice curves. I look for gravel, which likes to collect on roads around here. I looked for flattened aluminum cans, since I once found one inadvertantly on my XJ600 in L.A. I look for wet spots on the road. I didn’t think to consider that my tires were wet. I’ve ridden two-wheelers with engines since I was five, and proper motorcycles since I was ten. I’ve taken my share of spills. But this is the first time for the R1.
Fortunately I had frame sliders put on when I bought the bike. I never knew if they worked until today. I picked up my ride and looked it over. The end of the front frame slider is a bit scuffed, as is the cover on the lower part of the engine. The rear frame slider is only a little scuffed. No damage to that expensive plastic! Although I was wearing a leather jacket, I did get a two-inch strip of road rash on my left arm below the elbow.
But back to the OP…
I rode on to Toad’s where two cuties are working. The younger one said, ‘You look nice in your helmet!’ I said, ‘Why? Because it covers my face?’ She said no, I just look good in a helmet. She also liked the bike. The other one liked it too, but she doesn’t like to ride them.
Jesus! I’m glad you’re ok!
Eh, worse things happen at sea. Wasn’t as bad as when I was hit by a truck making a two-lane dash. (That was on the XJ600 – no damage.)
Thanks!
The important thing is that the bike’s okay. 
Just to to point out… this is a redundant phrase, there’s no such thing as assed chaps. Or if they are, they’re called “leather pants.”
Hey, I saw that episode of ER too, like 12 years ago.