Friday, January 6

20 years ago

My shovelhead. I was 17...I think I sold that Jammer springer for $100 when I later rebuilt the bike with a wide glide front end, but then I think the bike cost me about $3,000, which I borrowed from my ex boss, who was a mormon hair rocker who worshipped Def Leppard. He lived in a trailer in the desert and drove a Porsche. He also ran bogus telemarketing schemes which was my first job at 14. That probably explains why I hate talking on the phone so much.

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