Many years ago, my husband Toby took me to a biker rally at a dairy bar in Connecticut (an oxymoron if there ever was one). The place was packed with admirers and bikers walking up and down, comparing motorcycles and sharing stories.Of all the gathered horsepower, one bike stood out for me. It was hard to miss—red flames on a jet-black gas tank, fringed ape-hanger handlebars that you had to reach high above your head to hold, pipes that looked like two huge corn silos laid sideways, [...]
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