You were skydiving when you saw me falling through the sky on my bike. I know that I might not survive, or, if I do, at least my bike will be shattered on the ground. But does it look like I care? No, quite the opposite. I live for the danger. "Hi, sugar, nice day to freefall to certain doom on a motorcycle with no parachute, huh?",I ask in my most seductive voice, making my final moments of living dangerously count.