Bike + Breean = Bad Ass (well kinda...)

No...this isn't me...

                                                                 and neither is this...

...but it should be! 

I've always wondered what it would be like to ride a motorcycle and now I know...

After riding the first couple of times with Brian, I immediately felt like I should be robbing a bank, shooting at mobsters, being chased by cops or scheduling an appointment to get a tramp stamp tattoo. 

(Brian quickly told me there would be no tramp stamps on his bike)

I don't know if it's the speed or the bike attire, but there's something about it that makes me feel like I could have easily been casted as Cameron Diaz in "Knight and Day." Easily...

The only thing I can't figure out is how to take my helmet off and have that "movie star flowing hair." 

You know, the kind that is blowing in the wind and looks exactly like it did before you smooshed it into a helmet, sweated and then let the wind have it's way for a good half hour. Yeah, that kind. 

Something else I have learned is not to point at things that I would normally point out in the car. For example...we were on our way to my dad's and I noticed that this new sushi place was opening up. I got excited..and (naturally) pointed it out to Brian. Little did I know, that he thought I was pointing for him to turn. My bad! Now I just keep my hands down and remember to tell him about the sushi bar opening!!

So now that you know that riding on a bike makes me feel like...well, kind of a bad ass...here I am!

This IS me (on the back)...just clarifying since Christin said you couldn't even tell I was a girl...

....and yes...I am smiling under the helmet (like a total dork)!