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I can remember one night when I was still living on a motorcycle.
Drunk on my ass and raising hell like somebody from an old motorcycle show....
(Plenty of noise on my dirt bike and lots of wheel stands.....)
...got stopped by 6 Sheriff deputies and a State Trooper.
(Yeah, I really knew all of them)
The only smart thing I did was go home when they gave me the chance to....
*Motorcycles for "me" was several life times ago....
Some of the time that was good and some that was best left forgotten.
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