Once upon a time, there was a grandpa that went out on his bike one night to get some ice cream for the kids. The only store was far away, in a wonderful neighborhood. He gets to the store and the lot's full of characters. He thinks he should use that fork lock Harley gave him, that he never uses.
He gets the ice cream, rushes to the bike, 'cause he wants to get back fast before it melts. Stuffs it in the bag, jumps on, cranks her up and speeds off. Only to find it's on a tight circle path to the pavement. The old man engages the clutch, but it remains on a slow decent, and another mirror bites the dust.