So, I'm probably going to join a motorcycle gang

Okay, maybe that's a lie. But I did ride a motorcycle for the first time in my life yesterday! I'd ridden on a moped before in Taiwan, but that doesn't count. At Corey's dad's house yesterday, Corey asked if he could take me on a ride on his dad's motorcycle. I was pretty terrified. First of all, this motorcycle happens to be the exact same year and model of the motorcycle that broke my dad's leg 23 years ago. So, I kept imagining it crushing my legs. And secondly, it's a motorcycle! But, I was really brave and I trust Corey, so we went for a ride. At first, I was closing my eyes and holding Corey as tight as I could, but eventually I got braver. I was never brave when we were turning though. I just freaked out whenever the bike tipped. I shouldn't have been so scared. I mean, I've seen pictures of Corey going off huge jumps on a dirt bike and this couldn't have been harder than that, but I was still scared. Yep. We didn't even go fast because I was scared. Corey says the fastest we went was 45 mph, but it sure felt a lot faster. So, that's my exciting weekend. Oh, and by the way, I'm cool because I married a guy who rides motorcycles. And that's hot.