I Love Guys With Motorcycles

Ever since second grade I have had a fear of motorcycles. Which is funny because when I was deciding that I was going to be a rebel and my mom asked me how I told her I was going to date a guy with a motorcycle, she didn't know that I was scared of them. This fear started when my grandpa took me on his bike and we went really fast and I swear I was going to fall. I think he tells the story a little differently. Our top speed was like 25. Then the summer after third grade my dad bought his own bike and insisted that I go on a ride with him so I did. It was fine until we got home and I burnt my leg on the exhaust pipe, and it was a nice burn. I had the nastiest scab on my leg for the first month and a half of fourth grade. I refused to wear shorts because I was embarrassed of my scab and I hated when people asked me what happened because I didn't want to tell the story. So today when Cameron asked me for a dollar I asked him what he needed it for  and then I told him that I needed some checks cashed and he told me I could go with him. Unbeknownst to me we were going on the motorcycle he just bought. I was a little hesitant at first but I went anyway and I loved it. I plan on him bringing me home from school, even though he has football. Maybe when wrestling and basketball start. Anyway I now have a love for motorcycles. So I guess that when I date a boy I want him to own a motorcycle because that will only make him 25 times more attractive.