[JonThink]

Some years ago we were on a motorcycle and sidecar trip through Nevada. My wife was in the sidecar, and I was, of course, the rider of the rig. It was a very hot and windy August day. We had been on the road some time, and were traveling on the Loneliest Highway. After getting fairly low on gas, we spotted a gas station and pulled in. My wife was wearing an orange mini-tri top with strings for upper straps around the neck and a second set for the area around the back. Apparently, the hot weather had caused her to rub against the vinyl seat to attempt to get some air between her basically bare back and the vinyl seat. The skin and vinyl created an uncomfortably combination that caused her to be moving a lot. While getting the gas, she got out of the sidecar and was shaking her long hair as she stood there in an attempt to generate a little airflow. I noticed the attendant watching her as I put the gas in the tank. Then, suddenly, she let out a scream as her top's back strap popped undone. The wind was blowing 20+ mph, and she was attempting to corral the loose beast as it flapped in the heavy wind. The station attendant let out a loud "Wow!" as he watched the exhibition. Finally, after a minute or so, she eventually grabbed it and tied it with the strap at the front and the two tri-top sections on her back. Once tied, she flipped the top around to cover those nice huge boobs. The gas station attendant took the gas filler hose and returned it to the pump. I paid, and as I was leaving with my wife safely back in the sidecar, he said, "Gee, thanks, and I really do hope you two come back again soon!" I think my wife made his day and maybe his entire week.