Losing the right to choose

At one corner, me on my putt-putt Blast. Armored to the hilt (jacket, pants, gloves, boots) and wearing my bajillion-dollar, certified-every-which-way-including-up helmet. And sweating up a storm in the Texas summer. At another corner, guy on his custom Harley. Wearing shorts, t-shirt, flip-flops and a painters cap. And probably feeling…

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