I've always had an acute facination with chicks that ride. No, not the ones with more armpit hair than me. I mean the hotties. Although very rare, down here in south fla. they are scattered about quite a bit. Were talkin sportbikes here, 600f3's and the like. Recently on the main drag I spotted one pull into a parking garage, blond, tight cutoff jeans shorts, tan as hell. I figured hell, this may be your soulmate! Pulled into the garage and snaked my way up to the next level where she was stepping on the elevator. Having far too much class to call out to her, instead I left my card on her bike with a short note on the back. It read: " I followed you for 3 miles, pleasuring myself as I drove, I have a hayabusa, please consider riding with me"......Love,Drew The ***** never called.