Well, my 18-year old son has a new pair of wheels. It's a Suzuki 800-something. If I sound ignorant on it, it's because I am.
I'll tell you, that boy from his earliest childhood has loved knives, guns, and anything else that can kill you or somebody else.
It really is a pretty motorcycle. He has an older, uglier one up for sale. As far as I'm concerned, they're all deathmobiles. My Daddy threatened me with some strong words to never get on one. I never did, and never plan to. But Phil loves anything dangerous. I guess that's one reason why he's planning to go in the Army.
Y'all pray for the boy!
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