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The wind blew the strands of my long brown hair like streamers behind me as I let the Harley Davidson’s V-Twin motor unwind. It plastered my beard to my face and whipped the skin of my cheeks. My black T-shirt flapped in the summer breeze behind me and clung to ....

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.... I exclaimed loudly. My five-hundred-pound metal stallion lunged relentlessly toward disaster, even though my right boot stomped hard on the rear brake. The bike fishtailed back and forth as I sought a path around the car – I first veered toward the ditch and then to the opposing lane, but a station wagon was already filling the gap and heading my way and the barb-wire fence and deep ditch barred that route. I laid my gallant monster on its left side and the asphalt screamed in protest and agony as my metallic beast dug furrows into its tough skin (or was that me screaming?). A giant, unseen hand must have been vicariously toying with the hands of ....