Headlights
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It's been said that riding a motorcycle is the closest thing to flying a person can experience while staying on the ground.
I'm not sure which Hell's Angel said that, but they're wrong.
The only poetic thing about riding one of those deathtraps is how it hurts like hell when you crash.
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