How I became a motorcyclist
When I was 10, my Uncle Mark gave me a ride on his Honda Gold Wing and then for Christmas bought me a subscription to
When I was 10, my Uncle Mark gave me a ride on his Honda Gold Wing and then for Christmas bought me a subscription to
“Oof! Aauuhh! Whoof!” Drew let out his full lexicon of grunts and hollers, which, at 11 years old, were funny if not extensive. Also amusing