I'm reliving my early twenties. I got a tattoo back then and had it put on my hip so my mom (ER nurse listing all maladies you can get) wouldn't see it. In fact she never saw it till I had my C-section 15 years later and was changing my bandages! Back then we had to drive to Rhode Island and find these little back street shops, it was illegal in Massachusetts then. My cousin went first and passed out in the guys lap. Not inspiring for me. We both got through it. A bike one would be cool to celebrate my midlife angst.