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Seriously, my worst was in '75. I was chasing after my friends on a 1972 Honda CB350 going as fast as I could on a country road. At about 90 MPH, the bike developed a severe front end wobble and I let go of the handlebars. I slid for ages and chewed up the T-shirt and my back really badly. I went back home and waited. My friends came back and took me to the hospital.
I don't ride without a leather jacket ever since.
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"Do not resent growing old. Many are denied the privilege" Irish proverb
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