Motorcycle ride with the Bro
I just got back from a bike ride with my brother. We went to dinner at the Brea Mall and had Mongolian BBQ (how do you spell that?) and then we went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I enjoyed spending time with him. It felt good to just get out of the house and spend time with him. Most of the time, we don’t get the opportunity to go OUT and hang with each other. I had to hold on really tight to him as he whipped us through the streets of our home town. I have only ridden on one other motorcycle…and that was with my cousin Mark…and he just drove casually. Tonight, I rode on my brother’s street bike…and we weaved in and out of cars. That is SUCH a thriller…and I am glad I got to share that with my brother. BUT, I don’t recommend it to anyone. =) I want you to stay around for a long time. =) Anyways, on the way back home…we went from 0-110mph in only a few seconds (maybe 10) on Golden Ave. “Luckily,” before hand he warned me with a mumble that I DIDN’T understand to…“hold on tight.” Haha! It’s a good thing I was holding on anyways. =) Even though it was probably dangerous for me to decide to get on a bike with my brother, I don’t think I would go back on my decision for the life of me. I think this is a date my brother and I will remember for life.