When my dad told me he sold his old motorcycle I started crying (in a happy way). We had worked on that motorcycle for so long. I remembered the first time he rode it and the first time he started it. I remembered the times it broke down while we were riding it. I was sad because I would miss it but I was so happy that he getting new motorcycle.
My dad was really excited to ride his new motorcycle. Now he has a motorcycle that works.
This motorcycle you see in the picture’s is my dad’s new 08 Harley Davidson Street Bob. I like riding on it with him. I like when he goes fast (you should always obey the speed limit). I can’t wait to ride to Wisconsin with my dad.
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