You!

Yes, you with the motorbike!

I could have had a motorbike you know!

I did once!  In a story, I had a motorbike!

It was a full-length romance, and I went in as ‘she’, and when she ran away from a sticky situation – and ended up at the mansion (would be) of he who was to become the hero – she saw something in the pond in front (it was a lake but I called it a pond) and it turned out to be a body, floating face down.

I couldn’t help it, writing that!

It was a romance but it was turning into a horror story!

Writing itself, this story – the heroine entered the mansion, which was undergoing renovation work, and she went along passages, and she found his sandwiches tied up in string – no, in paper (the string belongs to another story) – and she thought they must belong to the workman who was doing-up this place (she came from the slums) and then she bumped into him (literally) and – he wasn’t the workman at all but the haughty lord who was handy as well as supercilious!

Anyway, she had a motorbike and full leather gear – to escape away.

No.  I didn’t keep that story.