We figured that we would hit the road. I was having my mid-life crisis a bit prematurely and he never really gave a flying fart about much of anything. I used the previous summer fixing up an old Suzuki. We spent the better half of a week at various pawn shops selling things we stole for a little extra scratch. Thursday came around; gas in the tank and sandwiches in his little backpack, we left the city limits. I wore a medium sized helmet, he wore a large; he is a midget. 20miles past the state line a police officer pulled our bike over.
"I pulled you over because your friend here can't be standing up while the vehicle is in motion." said Officer Janes.
Bo's legs would get tired easily so he would stand on the seat and hold on to my shoulders to stretch. He would ride like this for a mile or two then sit back down.
"Come on, I don't want to fall off this damn thing more than you don't want me to. My legs get tired." Squawked Bo.
"No more standing."
"Yeah, yeah, I heard yeh."
Officer Janes took a picture on his phone as he pulled away. I would like to think that we are still, to this day, his background wallpaper.
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