This is one sweet ride. It belongs to my cousin Levi, and he let me sit on it for this photo. Honestly, my feet don’t even touch the peddles yet, but it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to ride this baby to look cool; all you have to do is pose with it, and the magic is made. It caught my eye immediately when I entered Uncle Steve’s family room. Parked over in the corner like a panther stalking its prey, this baby is lean and mean and built for speed. It comes with a full package of electronics, all the buttons and whistles to keep you busy when parked, but I bet I’ll forget all about those toys when my legs are long enough to pump those power peddles. When that happens, you can call me the wind.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Hog Heaven
This is one sweet ride. It belongs to my cousin Levi, and he let me sit on it for this photo. Honestly, my feet don’t even touch the peddles yet, but it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to ride this baby to look cool; all you have to do is pose with it, and the magic is made. It caught my eye immediately when I entered Uncle Steve’s family room. Parked over in the corner like a panther stalking its prey, this baby is lean and mean and built for speed. It comes with a full package of electronics, all the buttons and whistles to keep you busy when parked, but I bet I’ll forget all about those toys when my legs are long enough to pump those power peddles. When that happens, you can call me the wind.
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