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In response to
"You couldn't pay me enough to ride a motorcycle."
by
Will Hunting
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My dad used to have one. I have one story about it.
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I forget how old I was, probably no older than 10. He picks me up from my grandparents once when he's on his motorcycle. I had been asleep (though it wasn't late). So he's driving me the 10 miles or so to visit his mother (in the town where I believe the Zellers played HS ball). I slept most of the way there. On the back of the motorcycle. Likely without a helmet (I can't remember for sure).
Yet another reason it's a bit surprising I've lived this long.
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