Today we got dads stuff out of a shed including his Harley Davidson that I haven't seen in 11 years. I told mom I wanna get a motorcycle license along with the normal one. She got pissed for whatever reason and said that the bikes not mine and I can't ride it. I guess she's gonna let it set or another 11 years. I'm damn well not letting anyone ells ride it if I can't, I'll chain myself to it. It needs it be rebuilt a little bit. Dad was in the middle of building it when he died. It needs some work done. It's not the nicest bike in the world but it's dads, and it's a Harley Davidson which makes it better than any honda and what not...
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