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I remember when I got my first jackknife. The exact date is a little foggy, but I do recall it was also the day I got stitches for the first time. I was out of diapers by then, give or take a few years, which was a suitable milestone...

I was just like him growing up. I loved motorcycles. I remember the first time I actually rode one all by myself. I was twelve I think, I can’t say for sure, but the feeling has never left me. My mom had dropped me off for the summer with...