I’m not really a risk taker, but I love getting on the back of a motorcycle.
Time moves slower and then faster as we pick up speed through the foggy streets and misty parks. It’s exhilarating — and scary too — to know that nothing’s holding me on but a tight grip onto my boyfriend’s jeans and a good sense of balance. The wind makes it impossible to hear or say anything, so we talk through gripped hands and shoulder squeezes in between stoplights. There’s an element of trust, a burst of adrenaline and the bonding of a shared experience that makes me want to jump in his arms as soon as we get off the bike (Plus, what guy doesn’t look amazing when riding a motorcycle?).
But instead we just stand there, grinning at each other — ready for our next adventure.