Shit no, I'm not trying to have a pissing contest. My point was that I struggled coming back after 12 years and when I left motorcycling I was riding fairly fast bikes.
Coming back from 30 years to a big bike has to be difficult. Those riders who've kept riding constantly have kept their skills.
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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