These are beautiful pictures! My father rode a motorcycle when I was a child, and I remember sitting behind him and racing (well, that's what I felt) with him around curves. So I was sure I wanted a motorcycle myself (with my slight tendency to megalomania - and my sense of beauty - of course I wanted a Harley-Davidson - my husband laughed and said I wouldn't even be able to hold her...) But everybody convinced me that riding a motorcycle should remain a dream, too dangerous, they said. Well - life itself is dangerous sometimes... I'm starting to learn the saxophone now, so maybe, after that...who knows?
PS: Maybe you might like to have a look at my (amateur) photographs from the Motorcycle Church Sermon in Hamburg today - look under: www.brigittahuegel.de -> Hamburg, my Lovely.
Harley in high heels?
Leather gear will just do as nicely, same effect! And I only dream of a Harley - as Everybody who knows me will tell you I am a person who is open for convincing arguments - practical skilled and independent: I can stand on my own -err - one -- two --heels...(but I don't trust a Harley for doing the same in my hands :-)