The bike isn't burning oil any more. Little gas leak, apparently, and still dang noisy, but not near as smelly. I even got Dot to go for a ride with us. Of course, she didn't have much choice as I am WAAAY bigger than she is. Chuck decided he needed the helmet. Helmet? Where's my child?
Oh. There he is. I forgot I made him wrap his legs around dad so he wouldn't burn them on the tailpipe. Nasty burns from tailpipes, those. hard to believe, but I think that helmet may just be a little to big for him.
After a screamed explanation (the bike is loud, did i mention) and much pointing, it is decided that Bob can reach the foot support. holder. shelf. thing.
See ya in a minute. maybe someday you should register it so you can go further than around the block.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Manly Motorcycle Stuff
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Now my husband wants a motorcycle. He had a scooter and loved it til it died. Now he wants something new and all his neighbors are making him jealous!
It really is nice to actually see the day to day life of your siblings. I feel like I know our family a lot better and am closer to everyone than when we were growing up, all thanks to blogs!
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