Life’s journey is not to arrive at the Grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ” Holy —–… What a ride!”

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For all the hours, weeks and months of training and riding, Future families and friends are saved from suffering. For every sprocket spin and gears a-clicken, The months are extended for the stricken. Miles ridden through sun, sleet and rain, Goes towards numbing the pain. Riding through the night as the pain is rushing through [...]

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