Mi madre y la moto de mis primos

Since we were kids, my mother has told us, including my three cousins and me, stories about her youth. One of these tells that when she was 20 years old, she was crazily in love with a young man who used to stroll on a huge blue motorcycle, and after finishing her story, she would always joke saying that with a motorcycle like that they could have the woman of their dreams at their feet. Curiously, the first thing my cousins did when they came of age was to buy together a motorcycle of the same model mentioned by my mother in her stories, and since then, every vacation period they fight to be able to go out for a ride with it, sometimes even for an entire day to distant places where no one can see them.Tell me would you be up for a motorcycle ride with my mom? Comment and gift some points so that I upload content more frequently.