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As i wiled away a lovely summery saturday in Weymouth with my wife of a year, playing idly in the arcades on the penny machines, a sudden and deafening roar distracted us from our get-rich-slowly schemes.

The main seafront road outside was flooded with revving motorcycles, many of them Harley-Davidsons, literally hundreds of them sweeping by...glorious, shiny, metal steeds.

It was an amazing spectacle which lasted for half-an-hour or so, big hairy bikers cruising by with American flags flying, tongues waggling, sunglasses and headlights dazzling in the bright sunshine. The noise generated by all those throbbing engines was thunderous and we joined the onlooking crowd in our admiration.

Then came the special moment...

One of the Harley's was slowing-up and obviously about to pull into the layby by which i stood, i stepped aside and realised that the rider was female, her tight black leathers clinging to her shapely curves as she parked up and dismounted her powerful machine.

Removing her crash helmet, her blonde hair fell about her shoulders and her pretty face momentarily glanced in my direction, i'm pretty certain that i was standing open-mouthed at her stunning appearance as Sharon remarked that the biker girl would surely never lack male attention.

What a fantastic picture she'd make for my blog! i thought aloud, watching the vision disappear into the crowd somewhere, going for a pit-stop i presume, before returning minutes later and mounting her bike again, zooming off into the sultry afternoon.

Yes, i should have asked her to pose for a photo, my wife wouldn't have minded at all and it really would have been a brilliant pic, but when it came to the crunch, i was too shy and felt silly to even consider making the request.

It was a shame because she may have quite liked being featured on a blog and you would certainly enjoy a glimpse of her, after all, there's something about a girl on a motorcycle.
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