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Guy I occasionally ride with, never fails to wait till we're all geared up, oops I got to poop. But don't think he's pooped on the trail, yet.
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The other the reason I moved from the 990 to the 530.
 

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My son did a move like that on his TTR 90 when he was about 9yrs old. No jump just went a little wide in a corner wher there was a leaning tree. His shoulder hurt for a long time.
 
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My son did a move like that on his TTR 90 when he was about 9yrs old. No jump just went a little wide in a corner wher there was a leaning tree. His shoulder hurt for a long time.
I bet. That terribly muddy Sandwinders couple years ago, on 2nd time on 1st test. Had a leaner that I made under 1st time. 2nd time just didn't get low enough, pretty sure I blanked out a second. It rang my bell.
 
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THE LIFE THAT MANY WILL NOT UNDERSTAND:
I own a motorcycle because of a personal life choice.
One day when I am very old and when I can not ride anymore, it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories.
I have met people who taught me something and have the same spirit.
I meet people now who get wisdom from me.
I get wet,
I get cold,
And I have been hot,
I was afraid,
I fell,
And I stood up,
I even hurt myself,
But also, I laughed out loud with the wind.
I spoke a thousand times with myself and Still do.
I sang and shouted with joy like a madman,
And yes ... sometimes I cried.
I have seen wonderful places because of motorcycles.
I have made curves that even my dad would be proud of; other times I made curves full of terror.
I stopped many times to see a landscape.
I spoke with perfect strangers.
I go out with frustrations inside and return home with a feeling of absolute peace in my heart.
I always think how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even feeling fear.
Every time I go out to my ride I think about how wonderful it is. I learned through gestures to communicate with other riders.
I spend money that I do not have, I gave up many things, but it's all worth it...
My bike is not a means of transportation but is a piece of steel, aluminum and plastic with wheels that I am blessed with, it's part of who I am.
I love my friends and the joy of great people & motorcycles!
... May the angels guard my travels, for they know the road ahead of me
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