Not willing to let the warm weather pass me by, I took my hog out for a quick ride – twice, actually. The younger teen cousin (13) visited us after Christmas. He's never been on a motorcycle, so I took him out for a quick spin down the street. Despite the fact that he had to wear my daughter's white and pink helmet, he asked for another – a longer – ride.
I indulged his request and took him out by the coal plant and the lake. Nice twisty curves and little traffic. He loved it and wanted me to take him home on it, but it was getting late (4 pm) and the cold creeps in as the sun goes down. So we took the van to Branson instead.
I bet he will want a bike ride home next time around. Who can blame him?
I indulged his request and took him out by the coal plant and the lake. Nice twisty curves and little traffic. He loved it and wanted me to take him home on it, but it was getting late (4 pm) and the cold creeps in as the sun goes down. So we took the van to Branson instead.
I bet he will want a bike ride home next time around. Who can blame him?
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