Easy Rider

A long time ago my Grandpa had to get me my own Harley. Nevermind the fact that neither Mom nor Grandma will let me ride a real one. Ever. They won't even let my dad. And he's a grown man!

But that didn't stop me from taking out my ride on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon and tearing up the streets of our neighborhood. Ah, suburbia.

And, ladies, as you can see, I have an empty sidecar waiting.