Ever worry about a stranger after seeing them on a motorcycle?

[MinneapolisCB_imp]

On my way home from work, a Harley was in front of me. Neither the rider, nor his passenger wore any protective gear other than sunglasses. The passenger had a long, perfectly braided blonde ponytail swinging in the breeze. At a stoplight she pointed left and I could see that she had matched her lipstick, fingernail polish, and hair tie with her bandana. She was smiling broadly, rather than gritting her teeth like an experienced passenger. She was so striking, I suddenly looked around for cameras, to see if I had somehow inadvertently gotten myself into a Harley commercial!

I worry that bugs, rocks, blown tires, or other random debris will scar up that beautiful face.


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