I have a fantasy...a fantasy of me dressed in leather. Jacket, chaps, boots, and a helmet so shiny it could blind passing yuppie SUV's. I ache to race down Texas backroads enjoying the landscape and my own badassness--not to mention the soft squeak of my leather.
I have a deep desire to dismount my hog as the people all gather 'round to stare. I take off my helmet and let my blonde curls free and I hear the lusty exhale from the onlookers as, "That's a hot chick on a motorcycle," pulses through their heads.
On your knees. The ultimate Estella's revenge.