Sometimes it’s nice to share your ride, like when it’s for a good cause. Other times you just want to get away by yourself, clean out the ol’ attic. Whenever I have someone on the back of the scooter I always end up worrying about them. Am I going to fast around the corners, braking to hard or unexpectedly. Why is she holding on that tight, is she scared? Other times it just seems like the thing to do, sharing a beautiful day together cruising the back roads.
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