I'm standing over my bike after a short post-work ride with Dave. He ghost-rode a bike to his friend's house near Georgia. Street. He rode a big shitty long chopper bike, and held the handlebar of his bike to bring it alongside. The chopper is for his friend who can't drive his dad's truck now that it has become apparent that he doesn't know how to act proper with that responsibility. The kid has been relegated to the realm of the shitty chopper.