Now....... Ron wanted to ride his motorcycle again, since he sold his GoldWing before we moved to Gitmo. A poor substitute was the Vulcan he purchased around Thanksgiving. His mind still hungered for a real roadworthy bike. His body wasn't cooperating as he imagined.
Finallyyyyyyyyyyyyy... he found the bike of his dreams! The Road Ranger, the Road Tractor, the RoadiNator! the old man's trike!
Nevermind it had 'teal' ::::snicker, we're man enough to handle teal::: purple and blue stripes by the quintessential motorcycle striper - the name escapes me now, but he's famous! - we can handle that!
But all our research went down the drain when the boy got on the bike for the first time!
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