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My grandfather used to have a house and a garage full of motorcycle junk. I was a teenager, a cousin came to visit with relatives, and he and I went on a goat ride.
I could not hold the steering wheel and we fucked, the goodness of the speed was small and primer. I hit my chest on the steering wheel with such force that it discouraged my motorcycle hunt for the rest of my life.