I used to put on my rollerblades and Jim would pull me around behind his bike, but now I have this sweet ride (please tell me I don't have to explain the Napoleon Dynamite references). Yessiree, I love to feel the wind in my hair and the bugs in my teeth. She's not a Vespa, but she is retro and beautiful. Come on, I know you want one. I had a guy (on foot) chase me down the street once, kinda scary but I stopped, and he just said "ya gotta tell me where you got that!"
I love it when Harley riders give me the motorcycle brotherhood handwave. Mostly they just chuckle. But hey, she gets a hundred miles to the gallon! Now if I can just figure out how to get my chicken to ride in a milk crate on the back. Can't you see Rosie with a scarf blowing back, maybe little goggles?