In the afternoon at the rally it was getting really hot outside so I headed inside the arena to cool down. I walked through exhibits at the base of the arena and noticed a man sitting on his knees in what looked like a very painful position if you sat for too long. He was starring ahead in a very tranquil and focused gaze. In front of him was a long silver custom motorcycle with a back tire as wide as one of my truck tires. The bike had the lowest seat I have seen on a bike this large where I imagine it would feel as if you would be immerse like a pilot entering a jet.
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