I don't like motorcycles. I think they're loud, they're dangerous, a status symbol for big, hairy bearded men, and a poor excuse to wear head-to-toe leather.
Yet for some reason, I have always wanted a motorcyle jacket, and on Friday, on impulse, I bought one. Ever since that point, I have been ridiculously happy, putting it on and pretending I'm some cool New Yorker that just got back from a trip to the corner cafe.
Why is it that buying one simple article of clothing can make you feel like a million bucks? Why is it that I will probably never own a motorcycle, but I'm thrilled to death to look like I do?
I guess now all I need is a big hairy bearded man to take me on a road trip. Let's hope that doesn't happen.
Yeah! I re-found your blog!!! You go "biker-girl." If only you would have had that jacket in New York! AH! I love it. I am such a fan of your random thoughts. Your awesome.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Connie! I heart my jacket, too. I wore it on campus today and felt like such a rock star.
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