One Hundred
Riding motorcycles in my youth, I idolized moto-journalists and dreamed of being one. Odd really, probably born from me spending too much time absorbed in motorcycle magazines in my formative years, which took way too long to form. What a cool job they must have, I reflected, getting to ride the latest machines, talking to famous people, testing the latest gear, traveling the country. My house was forever littered with bike periodicals. Like sand from the beach they were everywhere, well-read, pages dog eared, covers worn, food spilled on them. One day that will be me, I thought, one day…
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