My jean clad legs leave little wiggle room as I try to find my place. Typically, I could use the sissy bar to push back against and give myself some space. Having nothing but Tripp, I lean into him as I push my weight into my butt and downwards onto the foot pegs. I settle my hands gently on his hips. Apparently, he can sense my unease, or my weight differential is not comfortable to him because he grabs my hands one at a time and pulls me up against him. My chest now firmly against his back. My head is resting on his shoulder. My thighs wrapped tightly to him as the vibration of the bike radiates up my core. He’s brought my hands up to cradle his chest. I couldn’t get any closer if I wanted to. This is by far the most erotic moment I’ve had on a bike ever, and we haven’t moved yet.

He releases the brake slowly and gently turns the throttle. With a calm and controlled thrust we take off out of the parking lot. The movement of his foot as he changes gears gives a slight shift of his leg. Each subtle change draws me into him more. As we accelerate, the bike comes to life beneath me. The wind against my face feels like wild abandonment. Even through my clothes, the bikes vibrations radiate to my core tingling through my body, making me aware of the freedom in this moment. The quiet around us as the miles go by. The steady rhythm of the bike is calming to my soul.

I’ve ridden with my dad more times than I can count. I have my own Harley Davidson Sportster. Driving itself is liberating. It’s a feeling of fierce independence. Never in my life did I imagine anything feeling better than that. Until now. This is home, this is peace, and this is how it’s supposed to be.

I’ve never had ol’ lady aspirations. I’m a Hellion, with or without being tied to a brother. In this moment, it’s not about being an ol’ lady; it’s about being one with your man, being one with the road, and being one with your bike. It’s about being one with the ride. This is a moment of clarity for me, as I realize why women want to be ol’ ladies. They have this one moment, where they have a connection, and later make a commitment. All to live for that one moment, one connection, one commitment, and one ride.

Usually bitches are crawling all over me when they climb on my bike. Not Doll, she looks for a way to support herself. The bike we’re on is not mine; rather, it’s a club bike. Had I known Doll would be riding with me, I would’ve taken the time to install a sissy bar. We would still be close but at least she would have somewhere to rest her back.