I stole my dad's police bike when I was 12, and ran away from home 'cause my dog died. I thought it was the end of my world. He gave me a 1971 BMW R60/5 for a way for me to get around when I went in the service, and it was very trustworthy, I got 217,000 out of it before I rebuilt it and gave it to my son for his 16TH b'day. The stress is always gone after a ride! You never see a bike parked in the therapist parking lot do ya! Hope to catch you guys for a ride some day!
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