I dunno, for some reason when I rode with the Hell's Angels, I didn't quite get the respect I was hoping for.
Couldn't be shorter, couldn't be sweeter and like a true nature's child, I brought her in at 22 words, meaning I've got 78 words credit on a verbose post in the near future.
When you're ready to head out on the highway looking for adventure, click the link below to find a thundering herd of takes on the above prompt by the other hard ridin' Fabulous Friday Fictioneers.
Did you know I was Born, Born to be Wild?
Neither did I.