RE: Hello, World

I was probably ten or so when we visited some family friends at their cabin. They had a little Briggs and Stratton powered mini bike.

Rode that thing all day long. All the skin wore off the palm of my right hand. Didn’t care. Kept riding, bombing around on all the dirt roads out there.

Every time I’ve gotten on one since, it’s been the same.

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