“So every biker has a reason why they started. Mine was
because I grew up with them; spent the weekends at the motocross track, getting
a bike to ride around was obvious.” Charming said as he smiled at me over
dinner.
I shrugged, “Everyone asks me that question.”
He chuckled a little, “well honestly not a whole lot of
women ride their own bikes.”
I nodded as I stared at him, “Honestly.” I paused thinking
about how to word what I wanted to say, “Before the wreck I was attempting to
keep hold of a piece of my past relationship.”
He nodded, seeming to understand without judgment. “So why
not just give it up now?”
I sighed, “I wanted to. But I don’t want to stop because of
fear.”
“Hmm.” He said than took a drink of his beer, “Well that’s a
good reason to keep riding.”
“Have you ever been in an accident?” I asked.
He smiled and then rolled up his sleeve, “I’ve been in a
couple.” He showed me his arm and the scars across it, “These are mostly from
motocross, but last summer I laid my bike down on my way to Sturgis.”
I nodded, “How come you kept riding?”
He smiled again, “same reason you did. Fear isn’t a reason
to stop.” We sat quietly for a little while, “I was surprised when you came in
with D today. I didn’t think he knew any girls, let alone one as sweet and
pretty as you.”
“Laying it on kinda thick aren’t we?” I asked sarcastically,
but flattered.
He laughed, “Hey I have to make sure there will be another
date.”
I smiled and picked up my water glass, “I’ll just have to wreck
the bike again if there isn’t.”
He smiled, “It’d be a lot less painful to just answer the
phone when I call you tomorrow morning.”
“Would it now?” I asked, knowing that maybe it wouldn’t be…
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