You hear that Mr. Anderson?... That is the sound of inevitability... Summer is coming to an end....

 Ah yes, another summer draws to an end.  The endless hours of gameplay will be replaced by seemingly endless hours of school work and the raking of leaves.  The sights and sounds of the summer drawing to a close are everywhere, the cool nights, the dry crunchy grass and the sounds of the 1000’s of Harley Davidson motorcycles rumbling down the streets for the Harley 105th anniversary.

There are thousands of motorcycles on the highways here at Gamers HQ.  The bikes and their riders come in all shapes and sizes.  The thing that I noticed most about the riders is the number of woman driving the Harleys. When I was dating and it was warm out, I would always take my date out on the back of my motorcycle.

 I can tell you that going to a drive-in theater was a blast on a motorcycle. It seemed that everyone would look at us and just shake their heads.We would be having the time of our lives laughing back at them.  When we would go to the arcade on the motorcycle, we would have a blast for a couple of hours until it was dark and then drive home in the cool night air.  We would play all sorts of two player games like Wizard of Wor and Heavy Barrel. One night while we were playing some arcade games we noticed a game over in the corner that looked like a motorcycle.  The game was called Super Hang-On and it looked like a rocket with 2 wheels attached to a video display.

 I thought to myself that I would challenge her to a race and since I had driven us there on a motorcycle, that I would obviously be the winner.  Guys, dating tip here: NEVER, EVER challenge a woman to something that you think you will demolish her at; it can really wreck the date.  Well, being short of mind and long on quarters, I challenged her to a race and to her credit, she accepted.  I dropped the quarters into the machine and offered her the opportunity to go first.  I was trying to make up for my blunder by reverting to old world manners of “Ladies First”  She said that I could go first becuase she wanted to see how to play the game.  I believe that this was the moment in my life where I finally realized that women are smarter than men because what she was doing here was setting me up.  If you are playing the game of pool, I believe that the next move was called a hustle because I beat her in the first round of the race.She said that she wanted a rematch and that we should bet.

 “OK, I said, what’s the bet?”

 She said, “The loser has to ride home naked on the motorcycle!”

Stunned, trying frantically to grasp what had just occurred. I struggled to form the words in my mouth and barely (pun intended) managed to utter the words “Sure”.  Again I offered to allow her to go first, but she politely declined and allowed me to go first.  I approached the machine with hands shaking and after picking up the three quarters that I had dropped, the race began.  I was focused on the thought of the naked ride home and the game all at the same time. There were moments where the rest of the world seemed to disappear and that motorcycle and the screen in front of me were the only two things that existed.  I racked up a decent score and then she confidently walked up to the machine an put her quarters in. 15 minutes later after scoring numbers that would take a third year calculus student to understand she said that she was tired of the game and wanted to go home.  Picking my jaw up off of the ground we headed for the parking lot.  We moved the bike to a darkened corner so I could follow through with my portion of the bet.  Naked, I mounted the bike with my tail tucked firmly between my legs for the 20 mile trip home.  At first the ride was exhilarating, unfettered by clothing I was free to experience all that riding a motorcycle had to offer but when we ran into a cloud of bugs, that changed.

 After arriving at home and hastily dressing we spent the next couple of hours laughing and reliving the evenings events.  To this day I still challenge women to bets for beers and I loose on a very regular basis, but never again will I bet a woman about motorcycles or videgames.

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