“Now I’m just gonna be real with you,” Franklin said, pulling onto the highway. “That bike you saw on TV was the real deal, ain’t no denying that. But that bike had to be at least 1000 cc. You try to drive something like that and you’ll find yourself wrapped around a tree somewhere.” “Thanks for the encouragement,” Greg said dryly. “No problem, buddy,” Franklin replied and gave Greg a heavy-handed pat on his back. “Get you something with that same design but shoot for 249 cc, maybe 449 at the most. And we’re gonna look at the V-twins only, no I4s. Boy, those I4s are like driving a horse! All that power in the head—it ain’t for beginners, you feel me?” “I’m not a beginner,” Greg reminded him. “I do have my license, and I’ve been riding bikes for years. I just never owned one.” Greg usually rented a bike every couple of months. He stuck to highway riding or familiar biker trails. He hadn’t rented any bikes since getting married, because Shania didn’t know he had a motorcycle license.
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