weekly exploits: mo-mo heaven

I heart motorcycles more than anything. Grandma took me to the museum to see them and chased me up and down the aisles. 

Some of the mo-mos were old and cool.

And just like my daddy. I felt the need to inspect every crevice and had the dirty hands to prove it.

I saw black ones with shiny chrome.

And red ones that go very fast like my little feet.

But none are quite the same as my trusty old mo-mo at home.