TestPro
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Hello,
My name is Bug Chaser and I too have this problem.
It all started about 45 year ago when I took off my training wheels and went, dare I say, two wheeling. It was just recreational use at first but then I started experimenting with 5 then 10 speeds. The slow, almost unnoticed, dependency of going faster and farther had me in its irresistible grip. I just could not control myself. Then one day I did it, mounted a mini-bike!
Just to try it, mom always said that they would lead to the bigger thrill, but what did she know, and besides I always told my self that I could stop at anytime. From there it was a direct path to dirt bikes. I could not control myself going through the woods popin the occasional wheelie, my face frozen in that addicts grin. Oh momma was so right. Then about high school, I went all the way down, rode a used Honda 305. I had to have it. Every muscle in my body ached with anticipation of the pleasure it would bring.
I hid it from momma but by this time, she too was in denial, not my son he is a good boy. But it was true, I was a Motorcycle enthusiast. I alone must endure this addiction. Constantly feeding the insatiable appetite that drives me. Seeking out others of my kind and hoping, no praying, for just one more ride to satisfy my inner demons.
Oh you Savage how you taunt me with your lure of the open road.
Live fee,
Ride often,
Face each curve with your head up
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