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	<title>Comments on: How to Choose a Motorcycle &#8212; A New Rider&#8217;s Guide</title>
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		<title>By: RickL</title>
		<link>http://motobrief.com/2007/05/21/how-to-choose-a-motorcycle-a-new-riders-guide/#comment-5</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 13:41:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My first motorcycle was not chosen by me.  It was in the garage of a neighbor who needed some brush cleared from 20 acres.  At one dollar an hour it took me a couple of summers to work off the $300 price.  I was allowed to ride it while I was working it off.  I crashed it into a tree and bent the forks on the second or third ride.  I did have a helmet, one of those sparkle jobs that was little more than a football helment.  I hid the giant bruise on my leg and torso from my mom for about two weeks.  She got very freaked out when she saw it.

Even if we did have your blog in 1975, I probably would have read it but would have done the same thing anyway.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My first motorcycle was not chosen by me.  It was in the garage of a neighbor who needed some brush cleared from 20 acres.  At one dollar an hour it took me a couple of summers to work off the $300 price.  I was allowed to ride it while I was working it off.  I crashed it into a tree and bent the forks on the second or third ride.  I did have a helmet, one of those sparkle jobs that was little more than a football helment.  I hid the giant bruise on my leg and torso from my mom for about two weeks.  She got very freaked out when she saw it.</p>
<p>Even if we did have your blog in 1975, I probably would have read it but would have done the same thing anyway.</p>
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