Ah, spring, when a lad’s fancy turns to thoughts of…well, what do you suppose? Taut curves. Deep breathing. Throbbing… Yes, we’re talking motorcycles, of course. I’m not sure what’s happening to me, but recently my brain has been brimming with bikes. Quite against my will. I was long a keen motorcyclist, and have many fond memories of marvelous rides all over North America and Europe, but I gave up riding in a conscious, determined effort to mature. Bikes just don’t…
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