The man and I took a trip on the motorcycle down to Whitefish, Montana. It wasn't all awesome... my bum became number than numb while traveling the Going to the Sun Highway, I thought I couldn't sit any longer, I couldn't chew anymore bugs, couldn't take any more rocks and couldn't handle the sound of the bike anymore. But I did... and it wasn't all bad. The fresh air was nice, the scenery was gorgeous and the reassurance from my boyfriend by squeezing my leg was definitely worth it.
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