Naughty Love Letter to Scarlett

Dear Scarlett,

I have only had the pleasure of knowing you for a few short months. I wasn’t exactly impressed with your Heritage or your color combination when I walked past you. Knowing where you claim to come from but I have had my hands on your kind before. I know better. There is a little bit of everyone in your Heritage. Yet, the man trying to find me the perfect suitor was failing miserably. Wasn’t pleased with any of the suitors. Like Goldie Locks in the woods. Something was just not right about the others, too big, too small, too wide, and too tall. Not international enough. So, I said fuck it. I’ll listen to the guy telling me give you a chance. Chick saying just try it.

So, I sat on you. Chick saw it instantly, and my head tilted in a way that I knew you were the one. Much regret for the judgments I had and they all went out the window in an instant.

Your colors started standing out, and I fell in love with them and you. Your shape, curves, how you fit like a glove. Now, I am on my toes with you but some loves are worth standing on your tip toes for. The forward controls almost too far out, but work for the nerve stretching the doc prescribed for my neuropathy. I wasn’t even allowed to ride you home by doc’s orders. I wasn’t cleared to ride you til June 3rd, but I fell in love with you in March. A risk I was willing to take for love.

It was a beautiful day for March, about the only day to ride that month. I was nervous. First time with a Lady of your caliper. Fresh out of surgery realizing I could zip and button my own chaps for the first time, and had no pain. Just quit my job. Moved out of the family house and moved in with Chick. I felt like this love was divine timing from that moment.

You rode like a wet dream. More power than I was used to. With my ol’ ride Kitty running a 750. I mean she purred for sure, but you my love roared even growled that primal growl. A couple times you threw me back showing me what you had, and I said alright and leaned in. You were a slow burn and you burn deep. *Deep sigh leaning in as I twist the throttle. Feeling like I met my match and my true one and only ride or die.

I smiled in my helmet, taking off at the green light, feeling your power between my legs. Asking what shall I name you. The first thing that popped in my head. I tossed my head back and laughed. I still wonder to this day if Chick saw that head toss.

“Scarlett”. Sweet Perfection. Our story developed the more we spent more time together. Your name fits your color scheme.

The Color: It directly refers to the scarlet hue, a brilliant shade of red associated with passion, courage, and vitality.

The Fabric: The word originates from the Old French escarlate and the Medieval Latin scarlata, which originally described a highly prized, luxurious medieval fabric that was vibrantly dyed.

You became my only and most treasured mistress. My wife says “She always knew I was going to leave her for a motorcycle.” Scarlett my love, you bet your sweet ass I am leaving her for and with you girl. I see it this way she could have joined but she’s staying behind. So, just me and you. I know you are a hard bitch, I know we are going to have our fights, our blowouts, and stand stills. But like I said I have had my hands on your kind before. Enough to became Certified, but I’ll only become the master with you. I’ll take care of all your needs. I’ll pick up the pieces when you break. I will help put you back together. Because I know you are worth every mile you allow me to ride you. I know you will be faithful. Never let another bitch ride or sit on you. For that I’ll get you some sheep skin. I’ll wash you gently with the right firmness, rinse you slowly, and dry you by hand from rim to rim. No, honey I won’t forget the pipes. I’ll make sure your fluids are in that precise sweet spot, not too much and not too little. Got to make sure you’re running right. I won’t stop there I will fuel that spark inside of you with top shelf. I know the secrets to you Scarlett. Treat you right and you’ll torque that stroke beautifully. I’ll lube those gears darlin’ gotta keep you shifting gears all day long *Clicks and tips hat.

I don’t stop there. I’m proud of you girl. Not afraid to show you off Baby Girl. I carry a Scarlett colored Leather Keychain Letter “A”. Yes, mistress. I'm owning it. I'm owning you as you own my heart and soul. I stamped myself as an adulter in the name of you. From the book “Scarlett Letter”. Riding for my Heritage. You and me Together. Free.

Truly Yours Til Death Does One of Us In,

🖕🏻Mother Fuckin’ Alice 🖕🏻

“Fuck Yeah I did”

PS. Scarlett, I hope you see me and my devotion to you. Because Baby Girl we have to make one hell of a ride. I need you honey. I know we will have our fights, I know I have competition. Chick and Tripp are going. I know Tripp is handsome as fuck, yes, he is your kind. I know sometimes loves get left for another's best friend when shit gets hard. Even if *coughs, their engine is smaller. (🤣 Chick is gunna have my ass) I just believe I can treat you better than Tripp is all, and I am all in with you girl. Ride or Die.

Okay folks, it’s Punny (Pun + Funny = Punny)

Here’s the real deal. My love has to be my motorcycle for my next life jaunt. My number one because the true true is my fuckin’ life depends on it. Also, I love wrenching deeply down to the sound of a ratchet. Everything about it even the lunch breaks eating a sandwich covered in grease. I love my motorcycle. 2019 Heritage Softail (Harley-Davidson for the non-riders). I may not know everything about motorcycles but enough to be resourceful and know if shit gets tough mechanically speaking, I got this, and I can figure it out. That Scarlett & Tripp (Chick’s Road King is named Tripp) will at least be taking care of so Chick and I can get through the trials and tribulations that only the highway can bring.  The Red Leather Letter “A” is for Alice but it’s all Punny with all I have been accused of. Yes, I am leaving my Wife on a motorcycle for over 2 years and only time and the highway can provide the conclusion of that outcome. Riding out on a Heritage punny as well, because this is for and in the name of my heritage. Everything is connected in the most interesting ways. 2019. 19 was day I was born. It just all fits.   

Ladies who ride their own just ride different than ones who ride bitch 😜

*Bows out tipping hat & signing off

🖕🏻Alice🖕🏻