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My prejudices were played with.
The sprayed on shiny leather pants. The big norton motorcycles. The blonde flowing locks. The wanton throttle twisting. The standing on the pegs. The very confident bike handling. The youthfulness of them both. For days after they were in my head. Maybe I'm just getting old.
Must say, the few times I saw them , they had smiles on their faces.
Sounds awesome. Just the incentive a man needs. Especially when the pillion texts saying she doesn't know if she can make it now.