Moon Dog
Not so long ago, a Huffy and a Schwinn hooked-up. 6 weeks later (the gestation period of bicycles) a green baby bike was born with pearl whitewalls and shiny fenders. Ma and Pa Bike gave her the first name “Moon” because she was conceived during a full moon, and gave her the second name “Dog” because she was conceived….well that’s a little too personal and graphic to relate here. Let’s just say that one night of bi-wheeled, multi-geared passion birthed Moon Dog.
Ma and Pa Bike weren’t ready to handle the responsibility of greasing Moon Dog’s chain and wiping her fenders so they took her to the local pawn shop in Galveston, TX. And it was there that my brother Kyle first laid eyes on her. He took her home and gave her love and WD-40.
Kyle and Moon Dog lived happily ever after.
That is a sweet bike.. but there is only one thing wrong I think there was an older gentleman like 60 or older riding a bike just like yours through the park.
Kyle is lame like “old dudes.”