the first day i met z, he took me for a ride on his motorcycle. this was two years ago. now i no longer see taiyou (what i named the bike) but i see z all the time... i wish i saw more of taiyou instead. i'm only kidding. i love z! anyhow, it was my first time on a motorcycle but that was all i needed to realize that riding a bike is far better than being stuck in a car. i still want a bike of my own.
riding on taiyou
with my hands in your pockets,
i felt no worries.
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I was always promised motorcycle rides but don't know if it actually came down to it, if I would be able to get on and ride the hilly, bumpy, crowded streets of San Francisco with my only safety net being the body of a short, balding man.
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