When I was growing up, motorcycles were strictly off-limits. It's taken me almost two-and-a-half years of living with Mr. Motard to actually learn how to ride a little 50. It's fun! I don't see myself ever having a bigger motorcycle of my own, but it's fun to ride around on the minibike.
Mom, don't worry. Rowdy never lets me get on a bike without my wearing a good helmet, gloves and close-toed shoes.
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I love that this was addressed to your mom! I'm a little scared of the machines myself, but your little one looks fun!
She needs to post the pics of her doing a wheelie or jumping....
you're grounded. Go to your room
Uh, I still remember those pictures of you all scraped up after your bike accident. And now you're riding a motorcycle?
It's a good thing you're a doctor--you get the professional discount at the ER, right?
I ride it from the house to the mailbox at the end of the hill. How much trouble could I get into???
Good job, Mom, with the posting!
You can't ground her anymore, she is mine!! (insert evil laugh with motorcycles revving in the background)
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