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Once a week we watched him and dreamed of being him. A dream of someday owning a Harley Sporster, and a dream of someday
traveling down a ribbon of road called the Long Lonesome Highway, with two wheels underneath us, 900cc's between
our knees, the open road before us, and the wind of freedom blowing through our hair...
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All jammed up in traffic, ready to break loose, hit the open road, and change his life forever...
Taking a trip? What's that? Taking a trip?
Yeah. Where to? Oh, I don't know. Wherever I end up I guess.
Pal, I wish I was you. Really? Yeah.
Well, hang in there.
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Broke loose and on his way to "wherever he ends up" on that Long Lonesome Highway...
On the open road with the wind of freedom blowing through his hair...
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