I stop the bike and prop it on it's stand again. This time getting out the can and pouring it into the tank.<strong> "Oh I'll ask them... but those clothes are coming off regardless of what they say."</strong>I scoffs as the last drops come out and drip into the tank. The gas can goes back on the back, and I swings my legs over to straddle the bike. When the ignition gets turned my baby comes to life. Playing with the throttle I make her purr and rumble under me as a grin spreads across my face.<strong>"You wouldn't have to worry about me running off if you just ditch the horse and rode with me."</strong>