Midnight rider

 Making a key for the stunt bike, old ford keys filed down work the best.
 "hey grab that gas tank and pour gas all over my bike.... or in it... whatever.
Near the end of our 100 miler night harlan ran out of gas, so i shot up to the station and bought a gatorade bottle full for him. It was a pretty good night overall, only saw a few deer, hung out and talked to some old timer at a gas station for a bit, at some chocolate and drank red bulls, watched a jumbo jet get lost for a while, parking lot stunt show at 3 a.m. and frozen hands. I love motorcycles sometimes.

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