Born To Be Wild........NOT

Last Friday night I went up to Mike's house. It was a nice night so I rode my bike up.

As I get there, Mike tells me he was about to leave to walk down to the store. Now, normally I would go with, but you don't know how he walks!!!

He walks like a bat out of hell!!

We walked once, a while ago, down to the store and it started out fine, but as we kept going I was being left in the dust. Of course we waited until the last minute and were racing against the clock (Closing time 10 pm) but still.

By the time I had reached the end of the road he had reached the stored and made his purchases and was heading back. I should have just turned
around when I lost site of him and started to head back. By the time I made it back to his house he would have caught up with me!

Anywho, this time I decided to stay at the house. It would only take him half hour and I could just chill.

But instead of just heading out he kept looking for someone to stop over to take him. MEN!

In the mean time, I told him if he wasn't to scared I could always take him on the back on my bike (Motorcycle for those of you who don't know I ride one). He, of course, hemmed and hawwed.

Such a Production! Most "Normal" people either say yes or no. Then all they do is grab a helmet, put it on and you are off.

Not Mike! Not in the least!

First it was trying to find a helmet. He went up stairs to see if he could find one of Ray's helmets to use (with Ray's previous permission). Then it was the BIG Fiasco with trying to find his damn backpack.

He needed to get his beer (God forbid). First he was like can't I hold it in front of me.

NOT -- Duh there wont be any room between us!

So we go searching through his house for this backpack. We find everything but the backpack!

Finally, I find something over in a corner that turned out to be a laptop case. It would work!

NOW ARE WE READY????!!!!

Heading out the door. I started the bike and put my helmet on as he is already starting to freak out! He isn't even on the bike yet and he is freaking!

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Duh, I have to turn the bike around. I didn't think you wanted to be on it while I try to turn it around!"

He is standing there with the helmet in his hands. So I told him to put it on -- LOL --- He didn't even have a clue.

Big Sigh. Come on! You don't even know how to put the helmet on??
So I had to help him put his helmet on.

The Bike is now turned around and ready to go. He has his helmet on and I told him to hop on. But he is freaking. Thinking the worst. I told him just don't squirm around and go along with whatever way I tend to lean.

I thought we were going to die!

He hops on the back and wraps his arms around me.

I'm like "Oh MY God! I Can't Breathe!"

Now the helmet he is wearing is DOT regulated. So it is legal, but it was a dirt bike helmet. On a dirt bike helmet there is a visor that sticks out.
Mike was holding on to me so tight that when he moved his head he kept hitting me with it.

And of course the damn road was all bumpy so each time we hit a bump the visor would hit the back of my head. Felt like a damn woodpecker back there...... Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack!

I couldn't help but laugh. Not only was he pecking at my head but he kept pushing it forward so I couldn't see. So I kept trying to push his head back and yelling at him to keep his head up and stop pushing on my head.

I kept telling him the whole way down that he was ok, stop worrying!
By the time we got to the store we were both laughing so hard my eyes were tearing up.

Of course now, he couldn't get the helmet off his head. So I had to help him with that too!

I turned the bike around while he is in the store and when he comes out I'm still laughing and of course, have to help him put the helmet back on.

Back up the road we go.

whack, whack, whack, WHACK!!!

That wasn't as back as him pushing my head so I couldn't see the road.
"Are you trying to Kill us??? Put your damn head back!!!" I yelled.

Finally get back to his house and as I pull into the driveway I told him "Get the Fuck Off My Bike!"

Oh My God! I've never met anyone who made such a production out of riding on the back on a motorcycle not even a mile down the road to the store and back!

LOL But it was Funny!