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sheslc - Jackson was a long long time ago. So long ago, I remember watching wolves (they were watching me as well). My family owned a construction company and we built the cabins at Signal Mountain, spent lots of time at Granite Hot Springs, built in Bondurant, and restored Ft. Bridger. This was in between hanging out at the motorcycle racks (we ran the one in Evanston). Both my uncles raced flat track. One turned pro and raced Harley XR750s. My childhood friends were all bikers: Crab, Guts, Lips, Poss-eye.... My first motorcycle crash was on a TT500 flat track racer. I was 12 years old, crying and my uncle calmly walked up, straightened the handle bars out, looked at me and said, "Get on. You're riding it home."
SSOOCH - It would be fun having a detailing party. We could get you a white scientific lab coat to make it extra official. Plus, it would look great with Darth's daisy dukes (and now apparently a bikini top). I think you should call us all "Grass-hoppa." Best yet, this is where my lawn chair comes in. Maybe I'm psychic?
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