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i rode up until the day i watched my friend die on his bike. we were cuisin down peninsula blvd just south of the southern state. i owned a lowrider without an electric start. (electric start is for jap bikes and dentists) and john was riding his shiney new crotch rocket. i was puttin along at 45 mph or so and he was jerkin around blasting past me and making U turns and doing it again. just as we rode past the state park a squirrel darts into the road. he hit it at about 95 mph and never got it back. he hit the stone bridge and never knew what happened. i went home that night and sold my bike and never rode again.
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