Why I ride
Dad wonders how I know, but I know; he thinks it might be the difference between khakis and kevlar, or shoelaces and velcro, but that's not it. It's not what clothes that he puts on that makes me lose my mind, but the vibe his soul gives off. Because I know that we're going for a motorcycle ride! This knowledge causes a switch to literally flip in my brain, and I go into full "Chark"…