I Got My Motorcycle License And I Still Have Zero Desire To Ride

Beads of sweat snaked down my back. It was only 80 or so degrees outside, but clad in thick jeans, boots, a long-sleeved henley, a black motorcycle jacket, riding gloves and a black motorcycle helmet, I strained to balance an unwieldy motorcycle on a blacktop while the sun beat mercilessly down upon me. And everyone said this was supposed to be fun.

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