I don't know how it happened...
but this summer I had a real thing for motorcycles, apparently.
It started spring semester when my roommate was dating a boy.
Him and his roommate owned motorcycles.
I was single.
So we formed a motorcyle gang, the four of us.
Then so happened that they left for summer,
and another friend needed a girl to ride on the back.
Oh wait, I could probably help you out with that one... you know?
And yet another friend came in town from Boston and I got the text,
"how about a motorcycle ride up the canyon, lunch, and the best ice cream you'll ever have?"
I said no.
How could I possibly refuse that.
[thus all the pictures. i LOVE the drive to Park City]
Then I went home, and I was sure my adventures were over.
But fate would have it otherwise,
I was about to have my best one yet.
I got asked if by a friend if I wanted to take an adventure...
but wasn't allowed to ask questions.
Take it or leave it.
And hallelujah I took it.
Not only was it one of the best adventures I had all summer...
but completed my motorcycle adventures for a while.
you know, I'm not really sure I would want my husband to have a motorcycle
if we're being really honest here...
but I sure don't mind someone else's future husband giving me a ride.
The combination of slight danger and wind in your face....
Doesn't get much better than that.
I had a thing with more motorcycles than boys this summer.