A little blond haired girl was admiring my bike. Half hidden behind her Mom at a local store. Her Dad was doing his best to speak english to a mexican clerk at a store. They were lost. I speak some German. Pointed them on there way.
Kool night. She will be a biker some day. I just know. Tramp
Kool night. She will be a biker some day. I just know. Tramp