I probably wouldn't hate them if I was never an E.M.T. in Los Angeles. I've seen some horribly gross things. There have been times we arrived on scene and a few of us had to go off searching for the missing body parts.
My husband has a motorcycle, a Triumph. He loves it. He bought the thing a few days before we met and mentioned how excited he was about it our fist date. Like the Debbie Downer I am, I told him about other people's misfortunes and said I will never get on one.
A few months later, I got on his. We went around the block once and my hand was bleeding from holding on so tight. I got off, was a little shaky, and said that was it. Never again.
Geoff told me he couldn't wait to buy Sawyer his first motorcycle.
Me: " I can't wait to buy our (future) daughter red lace thong underwear when she turns ten."
Geoff deflated: "No motorcycle for Sawyer."
That's what I thought.
3 comments:
I'm with you! I hate motorcycles as much as I hate tatoos!!
Ouch.
Brutal and to the point.
My mother was the same way about motorcycles.
She seen too many end results while working as a nurse.
Love the sound and sight of them, but don't want to ride them.
I'm with you on the motorcycle thing.
I heard someone say riders have either gone done or will eventually go down.
UMMMMMM hello, isn't that enough to just say NO to the motorized contraptions~
Ugh!
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