Hi bane, welcome to the site.
There's a truckload of us who left bikes in our 20s and have come back to it now (I'm in my late 30s).
And I'll bet most of us can tell you about a mate who's died on a bike - I sure can.
But I don't let it get to me - more of my mates have died either in cages or by the needle...
Hope you enjoy the place.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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