The Mouse and Motorcycle was one of my favorite books growing up. Ralph was such a cool little mouse, and I never thought I had anything against mice. That is until one day a few weeks ago that I went into my back room to get some Clif Bars before a ride. I reached my hand into the box and pulled out this. Realizing some little creeper had been crawling around in our spare room (i.e. bike room) didn't exactly make me happy. But I didn't really think much of it, and seeled