<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Motorbike on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/motorbike/</link><description>Recent content in Motorbike on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/motorbike/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Ride Of Her Life</title><link>/stories/2014/01/27/the-ride-of-her-life/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/27/the-ride-of-her-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;For the first part of my life I was scared to death of motorcycles, but my best friend Tina told me repeatedly that there was nothing like going for a ride on one. She admitted to me with a deep grin that she just recently went for &amp;ldquo;the ride of her life&amp;rdquo; on her boyfriends. It was a double entendre, but we had been friends long enough that they flowed between us naturally. We were more than just friends and roommates living together, but exclusive lovers until Tina&amp;rsquo;s boyfriend came into the picture. I was forced to share Tina after that, but Jim was at least a nice enough guy, and I even thought he got off on the idea in typical guy fashion.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>