"Boy, oh boy," he said wistfully, "I remember those days when Kim and I were together. She was a good pillion. Never complained about route or speed, always leaned correctly, and waited until I had the bike secure before climbing on or off. Those were the days, alright."
Then he remembered another passenger; a much more recent event. "Jennifer was great, too, except her helmet kept banging mine. What a shocker when she told me that, at age 50, she had just taken her first motorcycle ride ever. Her daughter almost killed me when I brought her home that night, but I pointed out her mother was wearing boots, a leather jacket, and a full-face helmet. Calmed her down just enough for me to leave uninjured."
(This is a 'back on topic' post. Yeah, it is; I swear.)