Picture of
motorcyclist's grave.


I asked the man if he rode.
"Hell yes I do."
Your own bike?
"The only."
Ever on the back?
"Nope."
That's funny.
"You won't find too many people who ride, who like the back of a sled."
Sled being bike?
"Too right. But I take that back. I ride with my brother."
Is he good?
"Pretty good. Not as good as some."
Why him then?
"He's one of the few, I wouldn't mind meeting eternity with."

RIDE.



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