When Maria met Harley

Once upon a time, Maria fell in love with motorcycles.  It was not unrequited love. I repeat: not unrequited love. Bikes loved Maria. Maria loved bikes.

She was lucky. At the age of 18, after over 5 years frying her parent's ears and head to get her a bike, she finally had her own gorgeous black and red 50 cc Yamaha Target. After several horse falls, Maria fell off the horse in a more serious way and bumped her head on a car that hit her on the behind. Her bike went under the rail and she traumatized her hip and  - because that was not funny enough, she had a head trauma - which, off course she never fully recovered from - as everyone around her can testify. With the insurance money and help from her folks, Maria got a Yamaha Virago 535 and their love affair was the greatest love affair in the history of love affairs.  Until Maria fell off the damn horse again. Then she got up. And rode again. This time on the Autódromo do Estoril, lucky enough to ride the whole circuit of the journey. Stiff as a broom. Terrified as a bridezilla. But she started. And she finished the thingy. Then one day she went to Cascais. And Maria sat on a Harley for the first time. And it took her breath away.

Now the million dollar question is: Will Maria ever ride again?

*Not* The End