My uncle's beloved motorcycle. He kept trying to convince me to go for a ride with him, and I kept refusing. I just didn't feel like it. I don't understand why he couldn't *get* that riding on a motorcycle is not a novelty to me?

Check out the riding lawnmower in the background. That's Grammy's and you've never seen anything so hysterical (or cute) in your life as her tooling around the yard on it on a hot July afternoon, glass of gin and tonic in one hand. Buzzed Granny on a lawnmower. Bwa!