The Wildest Ride Ever part 2
As we arrived at the small farm house, a man in his mid to late twenties, dressed in apair of overalls, boots and a beat up ball cap greeted us at the fence surrounding theyard, his dogs barked at us, I guess they didn't get a whole lot of company, and theywarned him of intruders. Or maybe they just liked to bark and it was a good excuse."Been riding long? he asked. 'Since Omaha today" I replied and continued by saying"can't make too many miles on one of these things in a day, get beat to...
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