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They roar down the highway
on his bike,
he driving, steering, speeding,
she just along for the ride.
And it is a thrilling ride,
but not as much as it was
in their beginning.
He still enjoys himself plenty,
with the wind in his hair
and her arms around him.
But she is becoming bored with her lot as passenger.
At a stoplight she asks a question
and he laughs it off.
Of course she can't drive his bike.
She'd damage it or something,
never mind all the parking-lot lessons of early on.
She nods and frowns,
saying nothing as the light changes and the conversation ends.
She didn't really expect
to be allowed in front,
or even to be taken seriously.
More than just boredom threatens their peace.
And few people are surprised when said peace ends
in a number of select words,
delivered at high volume.
She is surprised least of all, and relieved as well.
It was a fun jaunt,
and she enjoyed her stint as motorcycle girlfriend.
But it was time to move on.
She grins eagerly
and heads off to buy her own motorcycle.
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