When my wife and I were dating, I told her from the beginning I was a hot rod/motorcycle geek, and have been since I was a little kid. I told her I own and ride my bike as much as possible, weather permitting. I asked her to please try not to change me, and I was not selling my bike, nor giving up my friends that I ride with. She said I'll be right back, and walked out with a helmet and leather jacket. She said I've taken the MSF course, but due to fibromyalgia, I can't grip the clutch lever. However I'll be the best passenger you could ask for. I married her, and she kept her promise.
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