Harper rides a crotch-rocket. It's cherry red and currently sitting in my garage collecting dust. It's got a bad spark plug or something. Harper is thinking about trading it in for a car (maybe this one pictured here!). He often says, it's not a matter of "if", it's a matter of "when" in relation to laying it down. And by that he means skidding his body along pavement at an extreme speed. We often dream of being Evil Kanevil; Harper on his steel horse, me on my surfboard, but we're also getting older, and learning to find thrills without risking it all. I currently enjoy scrapbooking while drinking fine scotch, and Harper is "enjoying nice bicycle rides around Lake Merrit", while also drinking fine scotch.
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