the attendant for the key to the restroom , where he found cool comfort in the water splashed on his face . The bugs and road grime swirled around the sink and spiraled downward into the descending vortex . Stepping back out into the lobby of the store , he was met by and older fellow , tall , long greying hair and a wrinkled smile came upon his face as he saw the Bonneville leaning seductively on its' sidestand . " You know , I used to ride one of those back in the day , my wife and I . He hesitated , but she's not here any more . I lost her a few years ago, and the funny thing is , I can still feel her comforting grip around my waist sometimes as I imagine how we used to ride everywhere together ". His voice quivered as he then said ,
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