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I remember when my Dad bought a motorcycle, which is completely out of his character, but he wanted to save money on gas, which is completely in his character. The first time he rode it, he popped the clutch, and drove head on into our neighbors parked truck. The impact caused him to slide forward and he ripped his pants and his nut sack on the hinge of the gas cap on the tank. He literally ripped open his bag. It took 6 stitches to fix him. That was the first and last time he ever rode a motorcycle.
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