motorcycle man
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The Motorcycle Man
He actually did it, at exactly 5:15 on Saturday evening, my Uncle Mike Fevered became a married man. The motorcycle man himself took the plunge.
Of course the priest did not refer to him as the motorcycle man, he asked if Michael Fevered takes this women to be his lawfully wedded wife. Of course all of us just refer to him as motorcycle Mike. The guy who has three bikes because he doesn't know what he would do with just one. He had the Ducati 919 just for the days at the race track, the 929 for racing around the streets, and the Honda for cruising the roads on Sundays. The party-going, ruff-riding, alcohol-drinking Uncle Mike was finally settling down.
He used to wear leathers and race jackets on a regular basis and the most dressed up he would ever get was a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Then on the day of his wedding he was a changed man. Dressed up in his Tuxedo and his fancy shoes, he looked like a totally different man, and he was...