Riding with distinguished gentlemen

When a bunch of handsome men ask you to go ride motorbikes with them you say, “yes.”

Because that’s what my mother taught me. I’m just being polite.

The folks over at Standard Motorcycle hosted a Distinguished Gentlemen’s ride, where participants get all gussied up in their Sunday finest and then go puttering around the area on a 2-hour ride.

I have no idea how to ride a motorbike so I was ceremoniously plunked down into a sidecar in an old Ural with the ride-organizer’s fancy father. Who had one of the best mustaches, ever. Hands down. He is the mustache man. As evidenced in the awful photo below.

The ride was amazing and something I never would have done otherwise. The route took us through areas of the region that I had never been to so I got to be a little sidecar tourist before we ended up at Standard for a little party with a group of hot dudes all jazzed up from the ride.