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Quote from: annieoakley on October 26, 2009, 08:48:51 AMThank you been working on this answer for about 30 years........geezz......there's nothing I can add to that to make it more perfect!
geezz......there's nothing I can add to that to make it more perfect! 
I ask myself why do I ride as I sit on my bike sometimes ........I think about the cagers , about those that did not come home, about the cost of the bike and the gear, I think about the cold and the rain. Then as I start my bike I answer my own question when she roars to life . The power of the bike, the open road, the smells around you, that sweet smile from a pretty girl, a thumbs up from a young boy, the sound of a v-twin working it's way up a mountain pass or down a country road, it's the "well your back ok " look that warms the soul reminding you your cared for when returning . It's working and customizing your ride to be you then going 80 to see if it works. Riding a motorcycle is like poking a stick at something dangerous.
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