Last night, Erik and I changed the front tire. Went on easy-peasy.
In the mean while, we’ve taken to calling the bike “Rocket Man” because the Elton John song keeps coming on Erik’s radio while we work on it. Erik is convinced the gas tank need sa pin-up girl on it. Of course we find all of this hilariously ironic, since the CL is A) no rocket and B) not a pin-up worthy chopper.
Good stuff if you ask me. Like a guy on a Vespa with a Hell’s Angels jacket.
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Side Note: Happy Veterans’ Day. Always keep the men and women of the armed service in your heart.
Maybe you could call it the pocket rocket? teehee
As a Vespa owner (not a rider, since my girl is on crutches), I agree. Granted, I have some nice leather, but certainly not a Hell’s Angels jacket. Rather, a nice piece from Italy (bought in Rome, how obnoxious?).
I would never let my wife wear a Hell’s Angels jacket when riding her Vespa, because the Vespa is 10x more badass.
No way. Your wife needs to kick it Audrey Hepburn-style all the way.