moke123
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One of my favorite memories with that bike was one Sunday afternoon when we lived on Long Island, I asked my daughter if she wanted to take a ride and get some lunch. She was about 8 or 9 at the time and loved to hop on the back.  So she ran to her room and put on her black boots, black jeans, her black leather jacket, American flag bandana, helmet, sunglasses, and got her "Fat Daddy Rope"  She couldn't get her arms all the way around me so we had a short rope with 2 loops spliced in the ends so she could wrap it around me and hold on.  
I took her down to the Clam Shack, a little place on the harbor with not much more than a dirt parking lot and a bunch of picnic tables. Order your food at the shack and wait for them to call your name.
We pull up to the parking lot and there were 30 to 40 big Harleys there. My bike looked tiny compared to them. There was also an equal number of big, ugly, mean looking bikers there from some biker gang. They all had their girlfriends with them and many of them were just as scary looking. My daughter was a little scared to get off the bike and I can still hear her worried voice saying "Daaaddy" in my ear. Admittedly, I was a little put off myself.
When she jumped off the bike you could see how tiny she was. She took off her helmet and her long blonde hair fell out. She had her bandana tied around her head like a doo-rag and sporting her aviators. She was absolutely adorable. All the bikers and their girlfriends took notice and started giving her the thumbs up, high fives, complimenting her, and making her feel really welcome.
We ordered our food and went and sat at an empty table to wait for them to call our name. A couple of them came over and sat with us. They pretty much ignored me but they chatted up a storm with my daughter. How long you been riding? Love your outfit. What kind of bike are you gonna get when your old enough?, etc. They were sharing their fried shrimp and clams with her and really made her feel special. She probably met more than half of them by the time we were leaving.
As we left they were all saying goodbye, "see ya on the road", "ride safe', etc. As we climbed back on the bike she looked at me , all excited, with a big smile and asked "Daddy can we come back next week?"
She still remembers it to this day.
 I took her down to the Clam Shack, a little place on the harbor with not much more than a dirt parking lot and a bunch of picnic tables. Order your food at the shack and wait for them to call your name.
We pull up to the parking lot and there were 30 to 40 big Harleys there. My bike looked tiny compared to them. There was also an equal number of big, ugly, mean looking bikers there from some biker gang. They all had their girlfriends with them and many of them were just as scary looking. My daughter was a little scared to get off the bike and I can still hear her worried voice saying "Daaaddy" in my ear. Admittedly, I was a little put off myself.
When she jumped off the bike you could see how tiny she was. She took off her helmet and her long blonde hair fell out. She had her bandana tied around her head like a doo-rag and sporting her aviators. She was absolutely adorable. All the bikers and their girlfriends took notice and started giving her the thumbs up, high fives, complimenting her, and making her feel really welcome.
We ordered our food and went and sat at an empty table to wait for them to call our name. A couple of them came over and sat with us. They pretty much ignored me but they chatted up a storm with my daughter. How long you been riding? Love your outfit. What kind of bike are you gonna get when your old enough?, etc. They were sharing their fried shrimp and clams with her and really made her feel special. She probably met more than half of them by the time we were leaving.
As we left they were all saying goodbye, "see ya on the road", "ride safe', etc. As we climbed back on the bike she looked at me , all excited, with a big smile and asked "Daddy can we come back next week?"
She still remembers it to this day.