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Ya just never know where you're gonna find that dream bike. For instance, Wendy
and I walkin' along through the back alleys of Sturgis (because sometimes that Main Street Crush get to be too much) and I'm passing a parked semi-trailer. My eye hooks on something on the other side of the semi, just from gettin' a glimmer of a wheel and a bit of rootbeer metallic paint.
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