So the trip ended and I finally had to give back my bike.
Sadly. I think I want a bagger now.
There was like a black bikers motorcycle rally in Elysian Park by my
house. Every dude had a blinged out touring bike.
I saw a dude on my street with my exact same steez!
Then I taught Randy to ride and we took Spanky's bike up Angeles Crest
highway. This is only 20 miles from home.
you know my heart keeps
telling me you're not a kid at thirty-three
play around you lose your wife you play too long you lose your life