Easy Rider

An acquaintance of mine asked if I’d like to take a ride on the back of his motorcycle. He was not someone I was interested in, but our love of motorcycles was something we had in common. He came by my apartment to pick me up and I realized that for him this was a date. I got on back of his old Honda, but he drove a little too fast and took turns a little too hard. When he started up from a stop too quickly, I wasn’t hanging on very tight and was caught off guard. I fell right off, and on my stomach, slid a dozen feet on  hard pavement! I was wearing pants, a ski jacket and a helmet, but on my right side where my pelvis bone is, some skin was exposed and was burned off. He took me to CVS, buying me just a Band-Aid, then took me home. After that, he avoided me and acted like he didn’t know me.