Motorcycle

When I was young I used to enjoy visits from family in Florida. Uncle Charlie was so funny. One year he drove up on a motorcycle. I was so excited. All I wanted was a ride. Finally he agreed. He warned me not to touch the exhaust with my leg. What fun that ride was. When we got back, as I was getting off, I touched the exhaust. Burned me instantly. Ouch.

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