How to drive girls crazy - Honor's class - The motorcycle

Not my level yet, but just because, well, you know...
I'd wear leather waders for a ride with her. On a tricycle...

How to NOT get girls 101 - The motorcycle

So yes, I have been slighty slacky on the blogging activity lately. But I have a good excuse, I only have one functioning arm right now. Trust me, single-handed typing is a pretty depressing activity, and much less fun than an X-Files marathon. Anyways, being partially incapacitated has given me plenty of time to think (too much, some would say...). I came up with a brilliant idea. Since it's something I seem to be pretty good at, I am going to share my wisdom on how to successfully NOT get girls. Not as easy as you think, no ma'am !

The first installment of this educationnal sequence is dedicated to a usually girl-attracting item: teh mightay motorcycle. So bikes are supposed to be chick magnets, right? Well that assumption is horsecrap on wry with pickles. I tried and all I got was heartache, public humiliations and a few bruises.
HTNGG 101, here goes :

The look - Nobody actually looks like that on a motorcycle. Unless you're suicidal, you will have to purchase highly expensive gear (helmet, jacket, gloves and other various underwater diving equipment). And it's not sexy. Not at all. Picture yourself getting off the bike looking like a highly armed flesh-eating robot. That sight will not trigger hords of ladies into jumping all over you (except the psycho ones, whom you do NOT want). Riding wheels usually has you looking like a complete dork and moving with the flexibility of an epileptic tinman. Very useful to NOT get girls.

The freedom - Riders are rebels, John Fonda said so. Yeah, right. And my ass is chicken meat (Note: that is a litteral translation of my favorite french expression. Learn my friends, learn...). Owning wheels does not set free. It actually ties you down more than anything. Financially speaking. You've got to pay for the wheels (it's usually credit or performing sexual favors on hairy married women). You also have to pay for insurance, pay for repairs and other malfunctions, pay for gas, pay for tickets and pay for bikini girls to shampoo your bike. Wheels don't make you free at all. Just ask the Fort-Knox style shackle that ties my front wheel to the closest dog-pooh lampost...Wheels just make you broke. Also very useful to NOT get girls.

The grease-monkey factor - As many a dyke before you, you watched Bound over and over because Corky was pretty hot fixing that sink. You also think Chloe Sevigny was damn cute in that white tank top, riding, with Michelle Williams clinging onto her boobs (If these walls could talk 2). Right? My point exactly. Mechanics are sexy (lady mechanics, that goes without writing). Women in overalls casually wiping grease off their hands, droplets of sweat driping on the side of their face on a dirty tank top. See what I mean ? Well that's another bubble I hate to burst for you, but owning a motorcycle does not make you a T-Bird. Mostly, well, because you don't have the faintest clue on how to change a cylinder head gasket. Neither do I. So you're pretty much stuck with calling your ugly balding mechanic for help every time your bike doesn't start. Which normally occurs when a group of very good-looking, single, sane and smart girls is eagerly staring at you, desperately trying to start your engine. Ridicule. Very useful to NOT get girls. This would never happen to Pink...

What valuable lesson have we learned today? Wheels schmeels.
Better own roller-skates and break a leg. At least some cute nurse might take care of my injuries...
Next on HTNGG: Being a musician