Prolouge

Motivations? Inspirations? Aspirations for the trip? This should explain everything:

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Anyway, one day about eight months ago while eating lunch on overturned buckets in a light drizzle my fellow weary-boned workmate and instigator-extrodinaire Jesse informed me he was getting his motorcycle license and convinced me to sign up for the class with him. I was happy to oblige, as joining the Brotherhood of the Crossed Pistons had been on the back burner of my to-do list for many years now. After two days of circling a highschool parking lot in second gear tight formation with fifteen other similarly perplexed students the state of Virginia saw fit to grant us are licences. The next day found me posing in front of the DMV camera in my leather vest with a smoldering cigarette dangling from my lower lip. The rest is history