A motorcyclist’s best friend is a motorcycle, and it turns out the only motorcycle rider who isn’t a woman is the bike girl.
When I was a kid, my grandmother, who owned a Harley Davidson, taught me how to ride.
“I always told you to ride like an expert,” she would tell me.
“The more you know how to do it, the better it will turn out.”
As a boy, I loved riding my Harley Davidson.
Riding was my escape from the grind of daily life, from the hustle and bustle of my life, and from my own personal demons.
Riding my bike meant the freedom I needed to escape my own thoughts, from my family, and my own fears.
It also meant that I could ride on the streets without worrying about who might see me and my friends in the back of my Harley.
But when I grew up, riding my motorcycle was all but invisible.
I didn’t have a motorcycle in my garage.
I was forced to rely on my friends and family for the rides I took.
When my friend Brian, a Harley rider, took me on a Harley-Davidson ride through the country one summer, I was just 13 years old.
The ride was just one of the many things that made Brian my best friend.
I learned to ride a motorcycle because I was surrounded by people who shared my passion for bikes.
We all wanted to be on the bike.
We rode bikes to make friends.
We ran errands.
We loved each other.
Riding motorcycles was the only way to express our love for motorcycles.
Brian and I shared our love of motorcycles for so long, and he never stopped riding.
He would ride for hours, sometimes even days, to show me the trails of the Appalachian Trail and other adventures we shared.
Every summer, we would spend days in the mountains riding our bikes, just like Brian.
I always thought that riding a bike was a hobby, something I would do for fun, for fun’s sake.
I grew out of riding my bike.
Brian never stopped.
He never stopped being a Harley fanatic.
In 2010, he sold his motorcycle to his mother for the cost of a college education.
He bought another Harley and now rides motorcycles regularly, all the while pursuing his passion for motorcycles, a passion he shares with countless riders around the world.
When he and I first met, I thought he was crazy for spending so much money on a motorcycle.
But, as I rode along with Brian, I realized that he was just as much of a motorcycle fanatic as I was.
He has a Harley and rides motorcycles for fun all the time, but he was never a Harley guy.
He just loved motorcycles, too.
And when I asked him about his motorcycle fetish, he was happy to share with me.
But Brian was not a Harley girl.
When Brian told me about the motorcycle fetish that made him a Harley fan, I asked Brian why he thought he could ride a Harley without worrying that he might see the motorcycle girls in the streets and not like them.
“People say that girls don’t like motorcycles,” he said.
“Well, they’re right.
But women are not really good at riding bikes.
They’re more like dogs, and they just love to sit there and be looked at.”
When I asked why Brian and Brian weren’t riding motorcycles in their spare time, he said, “Brian has a big motorcycle, but I don’t.
Brian has a huge motorcycle, like a Harley.
He rides it everywhere.
But I don to my wife and children.”
When he first told me he was a Harley lover, I didn