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Fairness leads to extinction much faster than harsh parameters.
^^^HAHA. Donald memes are my favorite, and instagram is a gold mine.
Being young, and adventurous, there seemed to be scads of girls/women that liked to ride and be adventurous. Scads. I passed on most of the party stuff after a brief flirtation with drinking in my teens, just loved to ride and see the country in Az. I rode Harleys from about 1977 to the mid/late 80s. 20-25,000 miles a year on average after moving to Az. Cross country a couple times a year, ALL over Az. many times wed be in Flag thinking "What are we gonna do...?" The usual correct answer was "Lets go to Sedona and get gas". If you've ever driven that road, youll understand why. From there, it could be all over the Verde, back to Flag, or some other place, just to be going. This was work nites. Id drag in after midnight, go to sleep, get up and go to work, and after work, it was "What are we gonna do....?" Weekends was usually a trip somewhere to camp and see more stuff.Originally Posted by Josh Runkle
Theres many aspects of what may be termed motorcycle culture. I dealt with all types working at a bike shop, but the people I rode with mostly didn't drink, just loved to ride. We probably looked a little wooly, but weren't outlaw types.
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Shenanians. The one on the right wouldn't know what to do with a naked woman, much less be capable of reproducing. Ergo, there would be no grandchildren to speak of.
"... And miles to go before I sleep".
Fat chicks need love too, Craig!
I call cheezy photochop.
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