I used to love to go for a ride with him and his friends even though he didn't always want me around. At that time, I didn't know how to ride. I was just satisfied being a passenger.
Later on, long after I left home and moved to Los Angeles (I was born and raised in Seattle); I crossed paths with the Harley world again. However, I was not content with just being on the back, I actually wanted to learn how to ride. I would watch bikers on their motorcycles and thought how fun it would be. The camaraderie of it all was very appealing.
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