Bannack was riding with style this afternoon while Sara and Chris were working on the house. I think he likes the motorcycle mostly for the glossy paint, chrome, and mirrors. Either that or he liked having me make motorcycle noises beside him as he imagined blasting down the highway at 55 miles an hour with the wind rushing by. Brrrrr, errrrr, burmm, bum, bum!
Update: Future Bikers of America
This is great, who knew that there was a rich history of putting tiny children on motorcycles? I’ve tapped into a rich pocket of Americana. You’re welcome Bannack. Also, I’m getting an embroidered patch for your leathers.
