That week-end we had a group of bikers staying, and during breakfast they were very charming, and it wasn't long before we were laughing and joking with them, and they asked us for a drink after work, which we readily accepted. It was such a lovely night, and Joe, giving me a big wink, put his favourite lovers song on, and  soon we were floating over the floor and between the tables to the the tune of 'That's Amorè', me in the arms of a handsome, burly biker, Anna, looking like heaven had just opened its ports to her, clinging to her beau, another handsome guy. It was bliss, but one of the guys almost ruined the evening when he asked me if Anna was my older sister! Ye gods, she was angry at me, and I was as bally innocent as a newborn lamb!
My beau then suggested that to say thanks for a lovely evening, he would like to take me for a run on his bike early next morning! I nearly fainted, and felt my eyes popping out a few centimeters, as me and a bike have never been easy with each other. When I met my husband he had a big Honda, and after a lot of begging, both from him and my sis, who loved bikes, I consented to go on a short run with him. The run was indeed very short, as, when the first bend came up, and my husband leaned to the side the bike was leaning, I thought we were in for a big fall, so I leaned to the other side! When eventually Kian, my husband almost not to be got the monster upright and under control again, he was furious, and vowed never to take me out for a treat again, a fact that really made me very, very happy.
So now, all this years later, somebody wanted to take me up again, and I profusely thanked him, but, I explained, we had to be in the kitchen at seven for breakfast. Anna, the bally traitor, was all eager to go, and with me shivering and shaking, the lot decided to make the run at six, so we could be back in time.
I had to take one of Anna sleeping tablets, as sleep was not coming to me easily when we eventually got to bed.
The next morning broke too clear for my liking, as I prayed for gales and hail before the pill took me away to dreamland. I told Anna, who for a wonder was up before me, that I was not going, and she was upset, thinking I suppose that if I didn't go, they would cancel the treat, and I couldn't convince her otherwise. So she gave me one of her pills to calm the nerves, and it helped a little to stop the worrying, but I still wouldn't go, so she coerced me into taking another one. When at last we were dressed and ready, I was almost like a bally rag doll, a very happy one at that, and ready for everything that came my view. However, on looking out of the window at the bikes that were roaring to life one by one, I had a complete relapse, so Anna gave me yet another pill, and within minutes I had lost all feeling in my limbs, all sense of fright, and all inhibitions, and went down very eagerly for my big treat!
We had to put on two of the guys who weren't going with's helmets, and these were so heavy, my lame, doll like neck just wouldn't stay upright, and my chin kept falling on my chest, but at last I was seated on the monster, my arms tightly around the guy's middle, my head pressed to his back, me not able to lift it, and my senses quite dead! When the first bend came up, I weakly tried to balance the falling bike, but my muscles just would not work with me, so I left it, closed my eyes and fell into semi consciousness!
Of my treat I just did not remember anything much, and when we at long last turned back, I was so relaxed with my head resting on the broad back of my biker, that we could have gone on forever. It is actually a small miracle that I did not fall off that bike, and when my beau asked, on looking at me intently after we stopped, if all was well, I told him about my fear, and Anna feeding me the pills, and he was so sorry for putting me through all the trauma, but as a biker he just did not understand my being afraid of a bike!
Prepping for breakfast was hell, and Anna had to in the end do most of it, as I kept on falling into a semi sleep, and as she later told me, just stood there like a bloody idiot, while she had to do all the work! The bikers had a hearty, full Scottish breakfast, black pudding, Haggis, and all the rest, Anna moaning and groaning at the stupid me that was of no help. But afterwards we stood outside waving them off, my beau having given me a hearty kiss, and Anna looked besotted after her beau gave her a long, long kiss!
Then we sat ouside having our own breakfast before starting to clear up, and after some fruit salad and yogart I felt a lot btter again!