LOOK TWICE FOR MOTORCYCLES…THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!!!
I grew up on a Harley. Just a toddler. My earliest recollections were of straddling the gas tank. Holding on for dear life while my biker Dad gunned it. Full-throddle. Nine beers…and no helmet (that would be the title of his book, if he wrote one). Now, if you have a child on a motorcycle…
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