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Tweet The most terrifying day of my life. Always dress properly for long motorcycle rides. I left the mountain around ten am. My mom had packed some snacks for me, which wouldn’t fit in my bag if I also took the extra jacket I had brought. I opted to take the snacks instead . . . → Read More: Diary of a Motorcycle: Part II Tweet [My brother will be guest editor for a couple posts because he had a story to tell. This is that story.] You don’t have to be a commie to ride a motorcycle, but diaries are for teenage girls. Tough, but girls will laugh at you. A couple months ago I got a . . . → Read More: Diary of a Motorcycle: Part One |
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