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Jack, jack attack!
John Cormier, or Jakie as he was known to many people around the leominster area. He was my dad, we called him Jack. My dad never rode a motorcycle in his life, or got a chance to ride on the back of mine. Something I really regret as the one year anniversary of his death is approaching. Although when he was close to the end him and I had a nice talk about doing things in your life before its too late, he never really had a desire to go for a motorcycle ride. However he loved to hear about the rides I took. He knew how much I…
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A first ride….report
Remember your first ride? The anticipation before the ride had you really excited and slightly nervous. As it got closer to the time of the ride you felt those little butterflies in your stomach. Then when sitting on the machine waiting for it to start a little voice inside your head said ” this is not a good idea” When the ride starts and for the first few minutes you are terrified and quite sure you made a big mistake. But after a few minutes you open your eyes and start to enjoy the speed and the feeling of leaning side to side. By the end of your first ride…
