Moped Legends: Midlife Mayhem

Yeah. Grown men. Thirty eight years. Driven maturity. Let's begin.

We roll in like legends with dad bods of steel. Annual Moped Trip,

helmets on massive sex appeal. Engines scream louder than our wives when they nag.

Half the bikes break down and so do we. That's the gag. Christmas party mode.

Chaos guaranteed. Snaps hits harder than our midlife speed. Old stories return

new mistakes arrive. Someone spills beer, someone's knee won't survive. Still acting like

kids with adult sized pains. Laughing like idiots with questionable brains. Drink till we're

dumb, flirt like it's sport. Thirty eight years old