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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! 
That is both cool and sad, I remember the stuff you told me about that situation. I love my grandkids to death and can't wait to be able to take them for rides. They are 2 now and I had Damian on my bike last summer around the back yard slowly, he loved it but still to young to understand so I can take him out on the road. He also loves to ride on the lawn mower when I cut the grass.
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