Maybe you motorcyclists (heterosexual males who ride motorcycles) are looking for love in all the wrong places.Maybe what you should do is find yourself a woman who rides a motorcycle.However, if you’re willing to ride pillion, read on. We’re Never Around Ah, a beautiful Saturday morning.How about a stroll in the park, or brunch at that hip new cafe? Look, unless there's a blizzard going on, motorcyclists are going to spend their free time riding motorcycles.Check that: You should expect to hand over the keys to your car.No self-respecting motorcyclist would be caught dead riding shotgun, and any biker worth his salt isn’t going to show up in a car anyhow.You could be escorting the new gal to her pearl-pink Vespa, but all’s that psycho sees is “BIKER-CHICK”. As any man in a steady, co-habitative relationship with a woman knows, in order to maintain emotional homeostasis, all big purchases (doesn’t matter what for), must be approved by the female. Why, with my vast knowledge of spinal anatomy and physiology, I estimate riding solo could extend the total life-time and ride-years of the average 30 year-old rider by a good 17.4 years*, simply by removing the added physical burden of a passenger. Dating a woman who rides her own bike is actually healthy for you.
The line of thinking here is “good; let her take over,” And if a motorcycle-riding, pole-dancing, tattoo artist of a girlfriend can’t make a man out of you, get help.
Been there, done that, and we’re not about to boo-hoo when (not if) it happens again. As in, “sorry ma’am, that repair bill is going to cost you a lot”. households, it’s the woman who wears the fiscal pants, so it’s really in your own best interest that the woman in your house digs motorcycles, too.
Doesn’t matter what we ride (not like she’d know the difference, anyway), your nut-job ex sees you holding hands with some girl who’s holding a helmet in the other, and suddenly, camping out on your porch with a batch of your favorite cookies on what would have been the two-year anniversary of your first date doesn’t seem like such a good idea. Not only will we approve your purchase of that vintage scrambler or the latest bike-of-the-year, we just might surprise you with it on your birthday. When some poor guy stops to ogle your bike and utters that familiar, most emasculating phrase ever voiced by the human male, “I’ve always wanted a motorcycle, but my wife won’t let me have one”, go ahead, twist that knife. Admit it: riding is a lot more fun without a 130 lbs backpack.
Consider some less-obvious reasons why hanging out with someone who digs what you dig might be the way to go.
It is a scientific fact that all a girl really needs for any given vacation fits easily into a tank-bag: toothbrush, bikini, a little black dress, heels, sunscreen, lip-gloss, mascara, and a tire pressure gauge. No bulky bags crammed with “essentials” like clean underwear and shampoo that you’re expected to shlep around for her.