Brewski in one hand and survival pack with a few support bottles...leg brace from being a really bad rider and attempting motocross...furry forest on the chest...shorty shorts.
But in the end, there's the essence of happiness, the contentment that can only come from being on the sidelines where the best in the world race motocross. Heck, I made a career of it.
I have quite a few more "fan" stories, so if you're interested, drop a comment.
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