|Not her, but damned close... both bike and girl.|
Well, this. My second thought when I see that girl is "she ain't all that smart." First: no helmet. Second: that tank top, which would be fetching in the bar, is gonna coz her immeasurable grief when and if she unloads. (Short parenthetical digression: there are only two types o' bikers, those who HAVE been down and those who are GONNA go down. No exceptions.) Bottom line: not all that smart. We're at an age where "smart" outweighs pulchritude by a large margin. Still and even, I do think I'd like to have a couple o' beers and bench-race a while with that woman. There's an outside chance I could change her attitude and get a helmet on that pretty head and leather on that well-put-together body.
A mission, eh?