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Yup, it's like heaven... Fortunately, the wife doesn't mind the bikes
in the kitchen.

Here is something a fellow put together in another group that I really
connected with...

snip
frost is lifting as the garage door creaks
sun peering betwixt the barren pear branches
a lone silhouette rolls rubber clad alloys amongst the limestone.
the blue haze leans to the left urinating benzene laced liquid
as an meager offering of thanks for the fresh hit.
cold alloy meets boots & springs forth life like hells hounds
dragging caucuses thru a stone tunnel... as the smoke gathers
in gentle plumes the wife shakes her head and goes back inside
to finish her breakfast, I on the other hand take the road less
traveled.
john
i love the smell of 2stroke in the morning.
/snip

Although, I do not care much for the smell of that racing fuel they
use at the events.

Rowdy Mouse Racing, all I want for Christmas is a pair of "Bear
Claws"...
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You store your motorcycles in the kitchen..........??
What about the flamable materials..does your insurance agent know about
this?