The first time I saw Larry on his motorcycle, I didn't recognize him. He had told me that he owned a bike, but I just didn't pick up on it for some reason...scary thoughts maybe? So I was meeting him for coffee one morning and was sitting and waiting for his truck to pull up. A motorcycle pulled up and the guy started messing with his stuff...you know, the helmet, gloves etc. He was head to toe in black leather, really sexy but at the same time a scary motorcycle dude; don't stare at him!!! I watched a few minutes until he finally got that helmet off, climbed off the bike and looked up and smiled at me. For once I wished there was a crowd watching to see who he came to sit with...me! He looks gorgeous all the time anyway, but there's something about a guy on a motorcycle....It's like a uniform; they always say women love a man in a uniform. Maybe he can drag out his old navy uniforms? I think I will just settle for the leathers!