Real Life Anecdotes About Motorbikes

Some routine habits are hard to break. I routinely take office bus to commute to work. But, yesterday, I took my bike instead of office bus, as I was late to office. While leaving office, I happily took the office bus as per the routine leaving my bike in the office.
Combing my hair before leaving to work is waste of time. Every morning, I comb my hair, take my motorbike, wear the helmet, reach the office, remove my helmet; hairstyle changed ~()+=:-|I must be really quick while I’m parking my bike. Last evening, this young guy zoomed in to a parking space I’m about to pull into.Last evening, my son was playing an expensive game. After observing my riding the bike, filling the gas(petrol) at the gas stations, he, now, takes his tricyle, zoom it around the house--vroom--stops it at the kitchen entrance(gas station), opens an imaginary petrol tank and, using a broken pipe, he pretends to fill the petrol. With hiking petrol prices, I suggested him to change the game.My 3 year old son imitates almost everything that he hears. Imitation is fine but that should'nt disturb anyone. Last evening, he was imitating the sound of my motor bike louder than the actual sound. I took him for a ride; started the bike, “Drrr”, he goes, “DDDDRRRRRR”, we rode on the main road; stopped at a traffic signal. My bike, “dubudubudubu”, my son with a loud voice, “DDDDDUUUUUBBBUUUDUUBBUU”, I knew 3 people got annoyed at the traffic signal because of my son.