My Motorcycle Cherry is Now Broken!

For all of the crazy shit I've done, I had never been on a motorcycle. Lame, I know, but I had never actually cared that much. Actually, I was pretty sure you had to be a meth addict to even ride one, but I found out that was false on Friday night.

I think my friend only really wanted to get me on it so my boobs would be pressed against him, which is reasonable and acceptable. Anyway, I figured I'm the ripe old age of 23, I should get at least one motorcycle ride under my belt. I really wanted to flip off the other bikers, but I was informed that would be a BAD idea. I guess I am not that hardcore.

The vibrations made me a big fan, but to thoroughly enjoy it I would probably need to ride it alone. Overall, it was a good experience, but I wouldn't be a good candidate for owning one mainly because of my excessive drinking. I think vomiting while on a bike would be pretty ass-nasty, as it would fly back into my face and burn my eyes with it's extreme alcohol content. Also, with my penchant for hitting pedestrians (especially hobos), I need a bigger automobile than just a crotch rocket.