My friend, John, works at a library. He told me they were hosting a small motorcycle exhibition on Saturday, so Shane and I made the trip. We picked up Nana along the way, and the rest is history.
It turns out, Shane likes motorcycles. He clung to the purple and orange chopper. He pushed the horn on the boss hog's blue Harley. He showed zero interest in the police bike even though it flashed it's lights and blew it's siren.
That was a bit of a headscratcher, but the rest of it was fun!
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