John, like a typical middle aged man, took a liking to owning a Harley Davidson. He coaxed you a few years ago into letting him buy the bike and finding no harm in it, you just let him be. When he's away for work, the bike stays neatly in the garage, when he's at home, he'll find some free time to tinker around his bike.

You accompany him to a bike workshop a few times. Quite a boring place to be but John brings you to places you like with his bike so you don't complain much when he asks you to follow him like a little duckling.

“You holding up good there, lovie?” He glances at you from time to time, seeing his missus just sitting at the waiting corner with a bored sleepy face, arms and legs crossed.