I'm Into Leather

Holy shit! I rode on a motorcycle!!! Me? A biker chic? I don't do things like this! I buckle up for safety, manage my life on spreadsheets and consider research statistics for almost every move I make. So I'd normally be baffled by how much I enjoyed the experience, but this is the kind of rush a rebel like myself would crave. 

I was such a novice that every aspect of riding on a motorcycle surprised me... 
Helmet. Did you know it's suppose to fit super snug and squish your cheeks?
Jacket. The leather, padding and protective armour make it very hard to move. 
Seating. No freaking seatbelt! You're slipping, sliding and holding on for dear life!
Hang on. Hold on to the back rail with one hand and the rider with the other (both arms around the rider is romantic, but will get you killed!)
Flex. I never thought about the physical element of motorcycles. My arms, neck and back were so sore!
Corners. You have to transfer your weight and lean into corners. It starts off freaky, but quickly becomes fun!
Leather. I guess I need a pair of leather pants now...