Down on the Farm -- Wild One on a Honda 50
After years of cruel and unusual delays, during the spring of 5th grade, I was finally granted the birthright of every country-born male-child: A Honda 50 motorbike.
The purchase wasn't free of agony. Not only did I overhear Mom and Dad argue the matter behind a closed door late at night, but I was treated to a "now, this is a big responsibility" lecture as stern as the BB gun talk two years before.
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