No longer a dream but an adrenaline-filled reality, My Shadow Aero now sits safe and pampered in my garage downstairs patiently waiting our next ride. As with most love stories this one is even more complex and filled with twists and turns too numerous to blog at the moment. Some of those intimate details may be revealed in future posts here on Bonez as I bare my heart and soul and continue the journey to discover my true biker self. Hell, I've spent long enough getting in touch with my feminine self even to the point of being falsely accused of being a frakkin' metrosexual. Now it MY TIME. Time to don the do-rag, black tee, faded jeans and combat boots. Time to zip up the jacket, fire up the engine adjust my gloves then enjoy that wonderful feel of the deep rumble between my legs.