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I Love My Motorcycle

There's just not much else to say. When I'm having a bad day, it forces me to pay attention. When I'm having a good day, it lets me fly. It makes me look good. It forgives me when I make a mistake.

Sure, it's not capable of conversation, isn't exactly protective and won't help me carry a whole lot, but sometimes, that's not what I need. What I need sometimes is a friend who kicks my ass.