I figured after 3 years of riding her (the GS..) it was time to introduce somebody else into the relationship. After decking Sam out in my leather jacket, jeans boots gloves and brand new helmet- (a gentleman doesnt make his lady wear his fragrant 3 year sweat soaked helmet, does he?) I was ready to instruct her on riding pillion. Aside from some minimal helmet bumping, she was the ideal passenger.
There really is something to be said about having a woman you care for, with her arms wrapped around your waist as you cruise alongside the river taking in the autumn colors. The bike felt A LOT different, but nothing I couldn't handle.
Riding had been such a private personal experience for me up to that point, it was sweet to share it with someone else
Just thought I'd share,
Thanks for reading
Chris

Unfortunately, as the years have gone by, my wife's arms have gotten shorter and shorter until she can no longer wrap them around me.

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