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While “moving about the country”, I realized that I’m not a very good passenger.  I don’t think I’m a control freak, but I would rather drive (ride) than be driven (ridden).  In fact, I cannot remember the last time I was a passenger on a motorcycle, short of going hot air balloon hunting on the back of my dad’s bike as a kid.

Personally, there is only one way to have two people on a bike - a guy in front and his woman riding pillion.  Lets review the other situations (excluding children):

1. A male with a male passenger - I cannot think of anything more gay.
2. A female with a male passenger - see #1.
3. A female with a female passenger - see #1 (but it has potential to be hot).
4. A mom riding her adolescent son - Ugh.  I saw this once and purposely made eye contact with this kid just to let kim know how beat down he really was.

NOTE:  After some careful review, I was a passenger in college once.  It was situation #2 but the opposite of being gay.  I let some chick ride my GS 550ES with me as passenger for about a mile.  I cannot be held responsible for my poor judgement as I was in persuit of removing her clothing later that night.  Heh - it worked!

Anyway, this afternoon as I was staring out the window of the jet, I saw another jet approaching our path.  Exactly our path but (who knows really) say 1000 feet below.  Not kidding, we would have collided had we been at the same elevation.

Now I don’t scare easily when it comes to events that I cause.  I’m worried about the hung over traffic controller who mistakenly grabbed decaf for his morning java and took his wife’s anaprox instead of aspirin to ease the headache.  While his cramping has been remedied, the SOB is sleeping at the control tower.  Well…that’s what went through my head anyway.

I have to give a hat-tip to all the comfortable passengers out there.  There must be some certain degree of trust and ease to be able to hop on someone else’s motorcycle and, for agrument sake, put your life in their hands.  I give my wife crap all the time for skipping out on riding pillion in the past.  The only bike she would od so willingly was my previous Valkyrie.  Never a sport bike, and never my Aprilia Caponord or Futura.  She trusts me, but I guess she had the SUV mentality in terms of more metal is better.

Having never been a passenger as an adult, does it suck?