Yesterday was amazing. I finally went for my first motorcycle ride with my Wayne. Oh my fucking god it was awesome. I can really see why there is such an allure about them. And bikes are pretty sexy. But really, talk about really trusting the person . But I did. I know he knows what he is doing. Even if he wants to drive crazy fast speeds that scare the shit out of me. When I first got off I totally thought I peed my pants, ha ha. It wasnt pee. And I caught a glimpse of his face being blown away in the mirror, it looked so funny, because he still had his really high cheek bones. Very cute. I felt pretty free on the back of the bike. I just sat there and thought. I did a lot of thinking. I was happy right there, right then. Nothing else in the world mattered. I really hope I didnt suck, and that Wayne will be taking me out lots more on the back of the bike. He should be proud to have me there, Im freaking cute. I mean look how hardcore I was. Yes I know, total dork.
