The Racer's Humble Beginning
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MatureComplete Tue, Aug 14, 201826m
I own the rights to this story, the characters are made up of my own mind along with everything else.
Picture it, the perfect bond between man and machine and nothing but open road. ypu get on the bike turn that key in the ignition and hear the roar of 3 cylinders of pure hevan come to life you soon realise the problems of life fade into the distance
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