I have a friend who helps me out sometimes. Mostly when I get in trouble. In my line of work, I’ve decided it’s a good thing to have someone around who’s willing to watch my back now and again. Not too long ago, this friend and I needed to talk to some people without revealing our identities. As part of the disguise, we had to ride his motorcycle. I’ve never been riding on a motorcycle before. I couldn’t even tell you what kind of motorcycle it was, except it was black and all shiny and nice. My friend was looking pretty bad-ass, so he fit the motorcycle to a tee. Me, not so much. In fact, I was wearing a skirt, of all things. But somehow we made it work, and I was clutching his middle pretty hard when we roared out of the parking garage. Woohoo! I have to tell you it was pretty exciting, and I enjoyed myself immensely. Me, a muscled hot dude, and a motorcycle… yup… fun times. The only problem? Well, besides my skirt flapping in the breeze (you should never wear a skirt on a motorcycle), the helmet he gave me was too big. I could hardly see a thing. It kind of ruined my experience. So next time, (and I hope there is a next time) I’m finding a smaller helmet. And I’m wearing pants.