Last year, a complete stranger jumped on the back of my bike just as I was about to ride away infront of the Fogg and Suds on Robson. She was a damn good looking girl who had a few too many drinks. She said she had never been on a bike and wanted me to take her for a cruise. If it were not for her upset boyfriend and lack of a spare helmet I would have obliged her.
As I was trying to get her off the bike she had slipped her hands under my jacket to caress my chest and abdomen, yes, it felt good (at one point I think she kissed my jacket). I had to call her boyfriend to get her off because he walked across the street in protest. She begged and pleaded until I thought it would be wise to turn the bike off. When the SRX stopped thumping she was sad, she knew it was over. Damn those pesky boyfriends.
Turns out they were a nice couple from Seattle visiting for the weekend enjoying our week dollar and real beer.
Anyone else got some interesting stories?