I can not wait for middle age. I am tired of being responsible and worrying about appearances and what people will think. Therefore when I hit the big 50, I intend to go out and get the baddest ass Harley Davidson motorcycle I can get for my money. I want it all, the black leather Harley jacket with fringe, the saddle bags (also with fringe) the black leather pants and of course right across my back will be that famous Harley Davidson logo. My Harley Davidson motorcycle and I will be one with each other traveling across the USA and no one will mess with us cus we are bad asses. My hair will be blowing in the breeze and I will have that cocky attitude that I no longer care about what people think because I have me a Harley. If by chance before that day comes and I marry, well I guess he gets the sidecar because I am not going to share with anyone.