A Stimulating Ride

The driver motioned for me to pull over twice, after waving and flirting with me for miles. Doing my best to ignore him, my being flattered was turning into irritation. Obviously I wasn't interested, but he persisted. This was the type of thing that happened to me in my 20's, but never has it happened since. Well, not until I started riding a motorcycle.

When I ride alone I notice the way others respond to me differently than when I ride with others. I'm not sure if I'm seeing it just more keenly aware of my surroundings, or if I really do get more attention when I'm riding alone. But the fact remains that I'm really surprised by it.

I don't feel I'm looking my best on my motorcycle. The position I sit in only accentuates some of my less attractive features. I'm usually wearing my leather jacket, which I absolutely love, but doesn't do much for showing off my better assets, namely my 38E girls, Chloe and Mimi. Also, wearing my new Nolan helmet hides my face with my 'other' better assets, my full lips. Highway would argue that my best feature is my eyes, but we all have our favorites. So I have to wonder men are so damned attracted to when they see me riding.

A woman on a motorcycle isn't exactly unique. I see women ride on a regular basis. On our Road Pickle trip I've seen quite a few female riders. And certainly I'm not the youngest, nor the shapeliest female to ever straddle a bike. Don't get me wrong. I'm not berating myself. I'm a tornado of sexy, but the part of me which is most sexy, my attitude, is really hidden when riding. Or is it?

Do men see a woman riding a motorcycle sexy simply because she is harnessing the power of a two-wheeled rocket between her thighs?

And here I thought that my love affair with my Katie Scarlet was my own little secret.

Yes, there are times when I become aroused sexually when riding. Perhaps it's the thrill of taking a few miles of twisties, or screaming at 90 mph for a short burst of exhilaration, or letting my mind wander as I feel the vibration in the seat that gets to me. But my Kawasaki Ninja is in many ways like an intimate sexual partner. She roars with power, she vibrates with excitement and she responds to my touch. Isn't that something like sex?

While the similarities are there, it's nothing like a real relationship with a human being.

But I can't help but wonder if that pleasure I derive from riding is something men pick up on as they see me blissfully cruising along. A woman who is confident is always sexy, but a woman who is powerful and confident is hard to resist. Do they see me loving that motorcycle, handling her with confidence and feel a sense of attraction to that? Perhaps. I guess it's possible.

What could be more attractive than a woman making love to a beautiful machine on the open road?