Something Red and Something Racey
Trip Start Jul 20, 2006
37Trip End May 10, 2007
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As a child I wanted a red car, but my dad protested telling me it was too flashy and that cops would catch me speeding, but if you know me, you know I drive like a defenseless grandma.
I sold my conservative white Honda sedan before moving to South East Asia, and I am
finally the proud owner of 100 cc's of something red and something racey
I went from a Chevy 2-dr to a Honda 4-dr and never thought I'd venture into the world of a Yamaha with no doors
I know my family is cringing as they read this. When my dad met my mom, she was driving around a motor bike and my dad made her get rid of it. So I can only sense the feeling pops has as he thinks about his baby riding around on a motor bike...on the other side of the world...on the wrong side of the road. But I must say, I love it! I knew when I rode a motorcycle through the Tuscan countryside in '04, that I liked it all too much. So, now i've gone out and gotten my own wind-in-your-face-maker.