I must confess that for many years I owned a motorcycle. My Uncle Lindy passed away while I was in Panama and I didn’t get to come home for his funeral. He was the one who first got me interested in these two-wheeled machines.
When I was a young boy, he often hoisted me onto his big old motorcycle and took me for a ride. As we leaned into the turns, my short hair flapped in the breeze and I felt the G-forces along with the torque of the engine directly beneath me. There was nothing cooler than hanging out with Uncle Lindy.
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