My "old" Trumpet has the chrome luggage rack on the tank. When my grandson was three or so, he would come running out of the house as I came up the block, yelling "ride, ride, ride!" He would sit in front of me, curling his little fingers through the rack, and grinning with the greatest delight as I tooled slowly around the block. Later, the State took him away from our delinquet daughter, and we've never seen him again. But I'll bet that when he is of age, he'll be looking for a motorcycle!
