if it wasn't for KB I...
- wouldn't have a tenth as many mates.
- wouldn't be anywhere near as good a rider as I am now
and I probably wouldn't think I needed to learn any more.
and I dunno what I would be doing at night...
sidecar bob - you need a wife mate.
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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