I live close to Starbucks. Most mornings when I walk to get my Skinny Vanilla Latte, I pass this awesome green motorcycle parked outside. It has poetry, people’s signatures, Tinkerbell and pinups. I often photograph the bike and wonder who puts so much love and care into this magnificent piece. Last Saturday when I was walking my dog, Penny, I passed the bike and someone I thought might be the owner. Not one to pass up an opportunity, I struck up a conversation with Calvin.
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