Being one of the few "cool" guys that rode a motorcycle(Honda 550-4 cylinder), the girls lined up for rides,something to do with the shaking seat syndrome.Anyway, gorgeous Scandinavian blonde,blue eyes,large ..er..eyes, said she'd go out for a date. Picked her up rode around,listening to her breathing hard and noticing the way she would occasionnaly grab and squeeze my ribs with her head pressed into my back.I swear I had no idea what was going on.
She told me that she needed something to drink so we rode into the parking lot of my home town's local burger joint(spared no expense).I was like a proud dude, being able to show off this beautiful girl in front of my friends, and have them thinking of,(as well as me ), of the big night to come.
So, kickstand down,with 2 other things on my mind, I went to get off the bike,swinging my right leg up and over the seat where no one usually is, and kicked her square in the side of the helmet,knocking her not only off the bike,but out cold.People inside side it and called the first aid squad,those that weren't laughing. So besides my friends laughing their a$$e$ off, I went home alone(she called her sister).To make matters worse,2 days later,it made the local papers as."girl injured in motorcycle incident."Lesson learned. Every time I start thinking I'm that cool, I remind myself of that night and even though I was unlucky that night, I was pretty lucky. But I really would have liked to see them,I remember that too.