Heaven on Two Wheels
I have a secret; one that I’m guessing people in my life would never imagine about me. Indeed, I suspect anyone who met me on the street would be surprised to learn of this secret, given how sensible and down-to-earth I appear to be.
My secret is – I love motorbikes. Specifically, I love riding on motorbikes. Preferably, very fast, but any speed will do to make me perfectly content. In fact, it’s not just motorbikes, I love scooters too. Two wheels and a motor are enough to put a big smile on my face.
I cannot explain where this love comes from. Perhaps it’s in my Italian blood? Most Italians, both boys and girls alike, learn to ride a scooter in their teens, long before they get their driver’s license, thereby gaining freedom and independence at an early age. There’s no denying that the association with Italy is a strong factor in my particular penchant.
Of course, there are all the clichéd tropes of motorcycle riding but these are no less true for being banal. Yes, it IS freeing to have the wind whipping around you as you zoom along your course, and it IS liberating to be unconstrained outside the confines of a metal box, and you DO feel untouchable when the power of the machine pulls you ahead of the traffic.
There are just as many stereotypes about motorcyclists too – they are risk-takers, dangerous rebels who like to live on the edge, and are, invariably, HOT. They’re not typically someone your mother would want you to date. I can attest to these stereotypes being far from the truth, and yet, I do find myself being inexplicably drawn to the idea of a man with a motorbike and in the past have made decisions on this premise that I am less than proud of.
Beyond this, however, I find that there is yet another layer to being on two wheels that I find thrilling. Tell me if this is just me…
There is something undeniably sensual in riding on a motorbike especially when there are two of you. Of course, the act of straddling is full of all kinds of connotations that need no mention, but there is also an inherent intimacy that is created between the rider and the passenger. Closeness is a necessity for both balance and support meaning your body must inevitably make contact with the other person’s body. There are few other occasions in life when this proximity between two willing bodies occurs and this rarity makes the experience all the more electrifying.
Imagine the exhilaration of having a beautiful woman press her body against yours, of her legs hugging your sides, and her arms wrapped around your waist. Or the intoxication of a man running his hand from your calf to your thigh while piloting a vibrating, mechanical beast.
Phew! Is it getting hot in here??
Inevitably, I have fallen in love with everyone who has ever taken me on as a pillion passenger, whether male or female (yes, even you Serena!). For the duration of the ride, I am smitten by my host and in a two-wheeled heaven that I wish could go on forever - how sad it is when the feeling quickly dissipates the moment my feet are back on solid ground.
There are few other experiences in my life that have filled me with quite the same amount of euphoria as riding on the back of a motorbike. Perhaps one day I will get too old and sensible for this kind of dalliance…but not yet!
Anyone for a ride?