Ready to Roll

Peeling back the olive-drab dust cloth from my Harley, I decided to see what kind of adventures we could dream up. Hearing you check in on me made my morning completely bright—I'm doing fantastic, full of pep, and feeling delightfully spoiled! I unfolded a miniature topographical road map across the bike's glossy fuel tank, tracing winding mountain curves with the tip of my finger. Resting my chin lazily in my hand, I let my combat boots swing against the frame. Your obedient girl is rested, fully tuned, and eager to see where you want to steer me next.