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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