Wind in your hair, vibration between your legs, and bugs smacking your face. As all those motorcycle songs go through your head. Born to be Wild, Ezy Rider, Freewheel Burning, Ride the Wind, etc. Then you hear the rumble of a panhead Harley ride past both you and your girl. You come to a stop sign look down and reality slaps you in the face. Hear the two of you are heading down route 66 on a vintage moped. It...
