oh... you're not a poser or anything
I may have mentioned that while on vacation with Bobby and his family, we stopped at several Harley stores. His parents have a bike, which I'd never have guessed. That is mostly due to my ignorance and my idea of people who ride motorcycles being the stereotypical wild hogs kind of people.
I know. I rock. Anyway at the first store his parents insisted on buying me a shirt. I'm wearing it today like a big huge poser: (please don't mind my split ends...my hair needs cut)
The back has the NC location on it. I think it was Hickory.
On the way home Bobby bought me one too. He picked it out. This one doesn't have the location though:
Bobby wants his own bike eventually, which scares the crap out of me. He wants to get his license for them soon and take me for a ride. During which I will be clinging on for dear life and viewing nothing but the back of my tightly closed eye lids.
Beth is kidnapping me soon because she wants a friend with her while she drives to Alliance to pick up some tickets
Have a happy day!
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i sometimes feel like a poser. but my dad has a Harley and we have rode on it a million times-so that makes me feel less of a poser