My grandma is a biker. I love saying that to people. She doesn’t ride a motorcycle, so I’m exaggerating a bit when I say it. She actually putts around on a Vespa. It’s painted blue and she coordinated her helmet and jacket so she looks stylish as she sails down the street. I’ve seen her pull into places like the library on her scooter, and watched the reaction of anyone who sees her pull off her helmet to reveal a head of grey hair.
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