Mac got a new toy. It's a BMW motorcycle. We figured that since he's been rear-ended in three different states, hit 2 deer, and had the back of his car crushed by a tree while sitting at a red light, how much more dangerous could a motorcycle be? He can hang his swatches on the side, strap his laptop in the seat behind him and go sell some furniture. And if you buy this little story, I have a unicorn farm you might be interested in. The truth: a friend rented this bike for the weekend and stopped by our house. We ooohed and aahhhed and took turns sitting on it.
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