today i saw frank, kitts dad, on the pier at little creek. frank said, "why the hell did you let my boy ride your motorcycle up to harrisonburg?" this is when i realized that kitt told his dad that it was my motorcycle probably just to avoid an argument or he didn't want his dad worrying about his safety. i remember back in high school i would try to bring up awkward things while at the dinner table with his parents just for my own amusement, today was no different. don't worry kitt, your mom still thinks its my motorcycle!