Aargh.
 
 Jesus, what is it with these bloody B31's? 
 
 It's bad enough I have to listen to my father go on about his old beeza, now I have to get it here....
 
 Sod it, I'm having another scotch.
 
 Nah seriously, welcome aboard sporty.
 
 Hope you enjoy the ride!
				
			 
			
		 
			
				
			
			
				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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