You're either in the basket or you're out of the basket.

I am mean. I made Otterpop ride in the basket today. At some point in everyone's life, you're going to be a basket rider. Otterpop is clearly not ready to be a basket rider and let the entire neighborhood know by howling all the way down the street.


We wanted a good view for when all the bikes came by.


This is who Otterpop was waiting for, Howling Wolf Mama. Going commando in the assless chaps. That's the bike Otterpop wants to ride on, not my sissy beach cruiser. In your dreams, Otterpop. Ruby rode home in the basket.