Can I ride your bike? feels just like, can I sleep with your wife? I can relate to you not relating, but can you relate to my answer? Can you get a sense of what your asking me man?
Try and understand.
This bike didn’t just show up one day.
I scoured the interwebs, drooled in showrooms, visionboarded this lovely into reality. She arrived a virgin. Pristine and pure.
(AND YOU WANT TO TAKE HER FOR A RIDE?!)… shame on you.
I didn’t even ride her at first. We took an intimate trip to the fitter, essential for us to get to acquainted. We went for a gentle glide together, just the too of us.
(AND YOU WANT TO TAKE HER FOR A RIDE?!)… you filthy %$@.
I took her home, and introduced her to the family. Her name is Flashy Jack, because though timid she has a wild streak. We made a special space just for her, off to the side where she could rest unmolested. My little princess.
(AND YOU WANT TO TAKE HER FOR A RIDE?!)… have you gone mad?
Over time we became one: climbing up and getting down, charging hard and easing into the sunset. We glisten and listen only to each other.
(AND YOU WANT TO TAKE HER FOR A RIDE?!)…
…. do you mind if I sleep with…