Dike on A Bike

A motorcycle love story.

I’ve finally reached the buy-a-motorcycle stage of lesbianism. I got a little taste of the open road over the holidays when my girlfriend drove me through Joshua Tree National Park on the back of her Triumph, and now I get it. Motorcycles are meditative.

It me. It bike. It me and it bike.

The engine echoed through my head, and I will never be the same; it was like nature’s free sound bath. I stopped thinking, which is also how I flirt, and I just let myself be. Driving through the park with my arms wrapped tightly around Briana’s rib cage felt so freeing, for me at least. It was the first time I felt free in years. Free, open, and genuinely happy, which I don’t usually say unless I’m lying.

When Briana and I started dating, I wasn’t sure we’d be a good match since she drove motorcycles, and my favorite hobby was being somewhere that’s quiet. I’d had a debilitating crush on Bri since 2018. So when we started dating in 2023, I was convinced she was either pranking me or had an undiagnosed concussion.

I love helmets, especially since my face is finally on the decline.

Once I was able to make eye contact with her, I realized Briana was more than just hot and funny; she would also be my new bike daddy— the one to introduce me to the world I’d been missing…