The slogan "Son of a Biker, Born to Ride" acts as the official "patch" for the motorcycle club’s newest, tiniest prospect. It humorously establishes that while this pint-sized rebel currently cruises in a stroller rather than a chopper, he has already inherited a love for chrome, leather, and the rumble of an engine. This bodysuit warns the playground that this kid is tougher than he looks—he’s got gasoline in his veins and is ready to raise a little hell, just as soon as he finishes his bottle and learns to walk.
