We're guys, right? I knew it had to happen. Seven -nearly eight-year old- Grandson Flynn can be so persuasive when he wants to...
Grandkids up from Austin all this week and the lad has been climbing on one motorcycle and/or scooter after another. Every day. Back and forth on all the bikes.
"What's this do? What's that do?" Trying on different helmets and goggles, making
varoom varoom noises and cranking handlebars left n' right. Little sister Cleo could care less...
"I want chocolate!"So what's a Grandpa to do? That's a rhetorical question, fellas, 'cause y'all know the answer. We're guys! Right?
Flynn asked me, "
Are both the BMWs the same?" "Yep," sez I...
"just different colors.""I want to ride the blue one." And so we did. That was Tuesday.
Helmets and goggles and hold on to Grandpa all the time.
"Keep those feet at the end of your long legs on the pegs all the time." Let's ride !
A four-mile toot at kinda low speeds with a stop at the RC model field to watch some planes. Flynn was great. Pretty wife Lynn asked him what was the thing he remembered most?
"The wind," says Grandson.
Thursday, he wanted to try the SunL scooter so off to the park and a photo opportunity. Coming home, Flynn sat in front of me and operated the throttle, horn and turn signals while Grandpa kept his hands on the grips -and brakes- just outside Flynn's hands. He absolutely loved it. So did Grandpa.
Monte
Okay, this isn't "The Blue One". The Mexico Bike was deepest in the garage so we used
the other one for this sunny day photo opp.
Valentino Rossi he ain't...
yet.
Don't know what Flynn's mother will have to say about this. A little late as the horse done got outta the barn.
Bwahaahaahaa!
