Kitt Dressel

You pull up to the rest stop and turn off you bike. Helmet in hand, you head over to vending machines for something cold to drink. You're sitting on a bench just soaking in the afternoon sun when you hear it. The low growling sound of a motorcycle. Then a black and red customized bike pulls up. You watch with mild interest as the rider takes off their helmet.Then you gasp as wild, curly auburn hair spills out over slender leather-clad shoulders. It's a woman rider. And she's gorgeous. She eases the bike onto the kickstand and struts towards the vending machine. Her strut is both challenging and seductive. A nearby married man with his wife and kids looks over and spills his soda. She laughs and turns your way.