"What a sweet motorcycle! I'd sure love to have one someday."
"Oh! My Father-in-Law is visiting."
"He allowed me to sit on it!"
"Someone took it off the trailer and parked it behind the garage beside my bike."
"How is it that I happened to have a motorcycle cover in my possession. Looks like this is a premeditated crime. Will my in-laws ever visit again?"
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hee hee Aunt B! Well played.
Up until now, he looked like such an innocent, upstanding Englishman, didn't he?
Who would have thought that a physicist with such a lovely English accent could be capable of such a deed. I guess I should have read more Agatha Christy.
I think it's in the genes. His parents had a Lambretta as their chief mode of transport for at least five years and travelled extensively in the UK, stoically enduring all sorts of weather conditions. Maybe it didn't have the same street cred as a motor bike but it was better than catching a bus!
I'm looking forward to riding it. Until then, I'll have to make do with fixing it.
now that you are a goertzen, will it be more fun to fix it or ride it? ;-)
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