My late father-in-law, after living a life programmed by the small Pensylvannia town into which he had been cursed to be born and live...stunned all and one by purchasing a motorcycle and leather jacket. They thought he was insane. One of his daughters got her own bike and went riding with him...thereby closing a gap that had existed between them all their lives.
Get yourself a cool helmet, gnat, and have Mum swing on by and take you on a run!
Oh yeah, I am already trying to figure what custom paint I want for my helmut...
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