You just have to admit that the calmness is amazing. Absolutely can tell from the start that it won't end up well. I still can't stop laughing.
EASY'S GIRLS
FOR THE MAN THAT LOVE'S A FINE ASS
ENGLISSH TRY THIS ONE ON
COOL SHOT
He remarried 10/2008 and this was his wedding present to himself.
My cousin Greg on his old Honda, summer 2008
I am a Black American Woman, 43 yrs old, I am kind, patient, smart, have a great sense of humor. Unfortunately, I am also a paradoxical anomaly. Why? Because I ski, swim, make awesome baked ziti, love classic rock and pop music, old country, and of course 70’s disco. Apparently I missed the memo that says black girls aren’t supposed to swim, ski, ride motorcycles, or date white guys.
LMAO I also enjoy: museums, antiqueing, going down the shore, walking, shopping, plus the usual stuff that everyone likes such as; movies, theater, dining out etc. I root for the NY Giants and the NY Mets.
I am currently disabled due to Meniere's Disease and I am the sole caregiver to my 81 year old father who has Parkinson's Disease, and my 79 year old mom who is in the early stages of dementia. The worst part of being a live-in caregiver for my parents is that my mom is so afraid of my having another nervous breakdown, she can be a bit clingy. My mom can't tell me being depressed from me being lazy. Sometimes I just want to lie on the sofa, eat junk food, and watch tv in my jammies. That doesn't mean I'm depressed, I just don't have anything better to do. There are times when being lazy actually makes me happy. :)
I should probably clarify that Tex (the guy on the blue Honda Shadow) and I are friends, but no longer dating. Yes, I do have his permission to use those pictures. I told him about the site and as soon as he gets his laptop fixed he'll probably become a member here as well.
I blog on Google too, so I may just add some of those blogs here, if y'all don't mind

Tuesday May 19, 2009, a day that shall live in infamy. My beau Tex, purchased a 1994 Honda Shadow VLX 600. He had been mentioning to me for months about needing to get another motorcycle. I, never having been into the biker scene said, "no one needs a motorcycle." 

I had to apologize to him the next day for not showing the proper amount of enthusiasm when he called. Though to be fair it was 1:30 AM and I had been asleep for 2 hours already. Wednesday night I surprised him by meeting him outside the local Target, and he was still smiling. He gave me a ride around the parking lot and I have to say I liked it. I'm not sure what I was expecting; but it was a pleasurable experience that reminded me a little bit of the freedom I feel when skiing, added bonus: being close to my man. So there we sat, in the Waffle House, grinning at each other like fools because we had fallen in love with a motorcycle. I can honestly say I felt blissful even the next day, he could hear it in my voice on the phone twelve hours later. 
Just what is it about motorcycles that produces that blissed out feeling?
FWIW: Never tell your beau that his dimples make him look too cute to be a bad a## biker dude. LOL