what dreams are made off.....

The seed was sown many years ago.

That much loved pink bike with bells and whistles.

Is that when the dream was born.

Freedom is yours when you master the bike.

Many years later there was Dad's dream.

The pink bike girl wanted a spin.

The next stage of freedom had progressed.
Now she wants to experience,

the real feel of freedom herself.

As they say:-

Only a Biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window