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Unable to bike these days. We were a Family of Harley Riders with an occasional Rice Burner. When my son turned 18, he got to ride over the Mackinaw Bridge with the guys. They told him to crouch low so the wind wouldn't blow him into the drink. The gas cap imprinted into his chest to the crest. At which time he threw his arms up in victory and realized he had been had. He became a man in that moment! I wish I had been there! But there is a picture somewhere.
