Hogs, Harleys, and Bike Season!

Bike Season is comig soon, and Mom and Dad thought it only appropriate to show me the ropesat our local Harley dealership. Heidi, the shop manager said I could sit and play on whatever I wanted cause I was sooooooooo handsome. Don't I know it?!?!?

I am a damned good lookin' munkeh. This bike was real nice, but Ma said we had to leave it and I could ride Dad's with supervision. We couldn't afford one for me, I don't even have a licensce! I'll work on that. Mom says I don't even have to ride "bitch" whatever that means. She says she does because she doesn't wanna drive. Dad said I could ride on the handle bars. But I don't even have a helmut. Mom calls those brain buckets. I even got to sit in a sidecar. Ma would love one of those then we could go every where together and Ma could knit while Dad drove. Dad killed that idea right away. Harley guys don't bring monkeys and knitting. (Whatever THAT means). While we were out, Mom and I bought Noah a present, I'll have to make him a card and send it to him.