• Women who would previously avert their eyes started engaging me in conversation.
• Women I had never talked to have come right up to me and asked for, and even some times demanded, a ride.
• Women at social gatherings, e.g. the cruise, or Summer Nights in Nashville, actually seated themselves on the back of my bike without invitation, asking for a ride.

Now if you are asking yourself, “Sure, bikes pull women, but is it the kind of women I want?” An honest question, and I’m pleased to report that the most beautiful women seem the most likely to approach you. Has been in my case.

How does it work? Why is this the magic bullet? Look, I know women don’t seem to make any sense when it comes to choosing who they date. They seem to go through this vicious cycle of dating a jerk, getting treated like dirt, complaining to you about it, and then finding themselves another jerk, right? You are left wondering why they never go out with a good guy like you. Reality check, dude. Women don’t like the bad-boy because he is bad to them, they like the bad-boy because he is interesting. Instead of sitting at home playing video games and social networking with his online circle of Magic enthusiasts, he’s out there tasting life. The reason he can be bad, and the reason these same women eventually leave, is because he has all the confidence in the world that plenty of other women find him attractive. And he’s right.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “I don’t want to be a jerk.” You shouldn’t be, and you don’t have to. Just be interesting. Do something with your life. Ride a motorcycle.

Sure, riding a motorcycle is risky. After all, they don’t say, “There are only two kinds of riders, those that have been down, and those that will,” for nothing. That willingness to take a risk, to taste life, and more importantly, the ability to share that risk with women is the key. That is what they see in bad boys and that is what they will see in you.

I’ve tried this all over the country. I knew a waitress in Austin that wouldn’t give me the time of day until I walked into the restaurant with a helmet in my hand. We were riding that next weekend. I’ve seen women wait turns to go for a ride in Nashville. I’ve approached mere acquaintances with two helmets in my hands and without saying a word, they’ve dropped what they were doing to go for a ride.

I’ve never had a woman say no to being asked, “Want to go for a ride?” Never.

Even my wife has told me that, although there was an interest in me before, when I walked into class with my helmet in tow, that sealed the deal.

If you aren’t ready to take the risk, then at least you know why you will always be the best friend. If you are ready, welcome to the best of the rest of your life.