Dear Lucky,
My daddy just bought a new Harley Davidson motorcycle—total mid-life crisis—and is ready to hit the road with me in tow. I like to think I was “born to be wild,” I love the wind in my face, but I don’t think there are enough seat belts. Am I going to be okay back there?
– Jake, West Orange, NJ
Whoa, settle down there, easy rider. Just because your master has a wild mane, doesn’t mean it’s in your best interest to follow the leader of the pack. You’re better off treading on all fours. Remember, the back of a hog is no place for a dog.
