Is it raining out?’ the reception girl asked brightly as I filled in the registration card between sneezes and pauses to wipe water from my face with the back of my arm. ‘No, my ship sank and I had to swim the last seven miles.

Up ahead they's a thousan' lives we might live, but when it comes, it'll on'y be one. If I go ahead on all of 'em, it's too much. You got to live ahead 'cause you're so young, but—it's jus' the road goin' by for me.

The stakes are raised high
.......only the highest bidder is deemed worthy

The Angels are not articulate about many things, but they bring a lover’s inspiration to the subject of bikes.

Written By Hunter S. Thompson

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