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i did it in denver years ago. what pissed me off was my buddy that went with me. i drove in, and the first thing he said was, "hey, can you help me get to my bike?" this was the day before.
i had to help him organize his garage to find his bike which was stored waaaay back there! i did a quick tune up, while he got drunk...he kicked my arse for two days straight...lungs with legs..bastard.
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poof! gone
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