I was once married to a Baltimore motorcycle cop.
That man did love motorcycles and always wanted me to ride with him.
By me, sitting on a motorcycle and being scared out of my mind, not being able to talk, sometimes crying....not my thing.
One time he wanted to take a ride and I succumbed to this entreaties and jumped on. I was only wearing flip-flops.
Husband made a turn almost putting us on the ground and the top of my big toes got ripped off.
Of course I shall never get on a motorcycle again, not for any reason.
Ouch!