I saw something beautiful in town today. The world's toughest biker gang member was cruising down the road I was on, decked out in leather everything and wearing a helmet decorated with flames all around it. Massive gray beard...thick sunglasses...the whole nine yards. A funeral procession came through the intersection, and while all the other cars passed, he shut off his motorcycle, stood, silently took off his helmet and quietly bowed his head until the whole procession passed.
...Rest in peace, 2010.
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