Danielle threw her leg over her bike, her fiery red hair blazing like a signal fire. She shouted, “Come on, Mom, try to keep up!” Doreen’s Harley growled beneath her like a beast waking up, but she wasn’t about to back down. As they hit the highway, the wind whipped through Danielle’s hair and the roar of engines filled the air. Riding with the Giggling Grannies? For Danielle, age was just a number—and they were living proof.
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