
 Originally Posted by 
jrandom
					
				 
				Let her ride shoeless. When her feet drop off from frostbite, or are amputated in an accident, you can just build her a pair of ankle-stub rests by the kitchen sink.
			
		 
	 
  Spoken like a man whose wife obviously doesn't lurk on kiwibiker ... (yet).
				
			 
			
		 
			
				
			
			
				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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