Riding a motorcycle can be dangerous; my brother is a health care provider and he tells me they have a name for us - future organ donors.
It takes twenty minutes to ride the first two miles and reach the freeway because the morons that manage transportation in this town haven't bothered to time the red lights to keep traffic moving.
We'll spend a week together before she starts her third year at Georgetown.
Maybe by August she'll have forgiven her father for being such an idiot; we used to be very close.
Through smart investments and my uncle's guidance we were living a perfect family existence.