I finally understand what Chuck Billy has been trying to tell me about answering the call of the wild and following my innate instincts!  All that was missing was a motorcycle!  But as luck would have it, Dad brought one home this weekend.  Finally I can experience the wind in my fur, while breathing in the smell of adventure!  I can just see us now…Dad driving, me on the back, and Mom and Chuck Billy sharing a sidecar!  Look out world here we come!

I interrupt Asa’s daydream to assure everyone that there is no way that we are about to take a family outing on that contraption.  There is a reason Dad drives a station wagon.  It provides all the comfort we need for our adventures.  You can’t possibly stretch out on a motorcycle for a nice nap after a hike.  Besides, the law requires everyone on a motorcycle wear a helmet, and I know that even Asa hates wearing silly hats.  Clearly Dad is having some sort of midlife crisis brought on by Asa’s adolescence.

Editor’s Note: I interrupt Chuck Billy’s rant to say that contrary to popular belief, Dad isn’t having a midlife crisis.  This motorcycle was his many years ago, pre-dog, and was recently returned to him from Pepere.  As for Asa, sorry little buddy, but we have no plans to buy a sidecar anytime in the near future.  Besides, the bike needs repairs before anyone can ride it.