We are going to have fun with this. Went to the bank in our small town today. When I came out there was a Harley rider (you could tell by the tee shirt, due rag, belt buckle, etc.) drooling on my RE. Mumbling something about how pretty it was. Before it was over he had invited me to his house to ride with him and his buddies.
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