peter's ducati

When Peter was younger and living in Venezuela he had a motorcycle called a Ducati. He loved his motorcycle so much that he carried around a lock and chain in his backpack so that noone could steal his beloved motorcycle, painted black with a matte finish and lacking a kickstand. One day Peter took my mom to the movies and chained his motorcycle to a pole. When they left the movies someone had stolen the chain and left the motorcycle.

He must have been quite a site to see on that motorcycle with his pancho and goggles and funny helmet. One day Peter stopped for a hitchiker and he took one look at Peter and took off running.

Once someone's fish died from lack of oxygen after Peter's Ducati suffered a small fire and he "borrowed" some aquarium hoses to replace the ones that had burned.

One night Peter took my mom to a burger joint where all the cool bikers hung out. He didn't prop his motorcycle up well enough and it toppled over creating a domino effect knocking over all the cool guys' motorcycles.

Once a fat traffic officer eating a sandwich jumped on the back of Peter's motorcycle at an intersection and ordered him to "FOLLOW THAT CAR!" Peter never made it out of first gear.