That's More Like It
Not a trike.
Nor certainly this bike.
Not even a moped, with or without Ruth Anne's hyphen.
But a bona fide, studly biker riding around South Florida on his supermondongo fly ride.
P.S.: Anyone reading the blog, might think that I like six-packed studs on high-powered motorcycles, as a matter-of-course.
And they couldn't be farther from the truth. As you know, I love elegant men, and this tanned example of hunkhood reeks of Miami Ink Tattoo and Coors -- no, thanks.
In fact, the one and only time I've been on a proper motorcycle, was when I was around 15 years-old, and my cousin Reggie decided to take me for a spin on his new Ducati (then a novelty in the UK).
Worst 15 minutes of my life, especially since like all boy cousins, they delight in making the girl scream with their dare-devil stunts. Never again, man.
Although I do quite like Vespas.
Labels: South Florida Snapshot