I ride because l'm a self-absorbed conceited a-hole that seeks every opportunity to further expose my beautiful face to the wimmins. When they see my golden locks of hair flowing in the wind, away from my tanned chiseled jaw line, and my bulging biceps ripping the seams of my t-shirt, and my outstretched, perfectly shaped legs straddling the leather seat, it simply makes them melt. Often, they have to pull over and compose themselves. Other times, they chase after me like lost puppies.
Now I ask you, why would I want to ride in a cage and rob them (and myself) of all that pleasure?