Every sunday I go to the local biker hangout and after awhile we breakup into groups and terrorize the local countryside. All summer I've been chasing this guy on a suz crotch rocket. He's a great rider and I've learned so much from him. And when he said."Man, I can't shake you" after a rather spirited foray, he was an instant friend. We got to talking the other day and it turns out that I knew him over 40 years ago! I was best freinds with his younger brother. The last time I saw him he was a teenager. Our moms were best friends. We couldn't get over it. Weirdest thing to happen to me in awhile.
ps- We're doing a track day at pocono in Oct. Nice.
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