We had been vacationing in Canada and visiting some friends in Michigan and when we got to a visitors center in Escanaba we stopped to take a break. As we were in the building looking around the workers were discussing a group of bikers that had pulled up and nobody was going to go out and tell them to move their bikes which were parked in the wrong spot. It was time for us to leave then and as we walked out Jeremy's eyes got really big and he went straight up to those scary bikers and said, "Cool!" After walking around there bikes and saying "Cool!" a dozen times one of the bikers asked me if he could give Jeremy a ride on his bike. I said sure but didn't really feal comfortable about it until I saw him come safely back. He was all smiles and everyone had to pick him up and hug him and high five him. He was in his glory. He was hucked. From that day on he was my little Harley Davidson guy.