It is dark and raining outside, as two people work in a brightly lit garage. The rhythmic volley of showers continues to pound the pavement as my daughter hands me tools. We both judiciously focus on our task, containing our excitement. Four months ago, we said goodnight and tonight we awake my motorcycle. The bonds suspending my KLR650 from the ceiling, removed. The battery to ignite the dream, restored. Without hesitation, the familiar sound of exhilaration explodes into the night. My daughter and I both wide eyed, smile as we feel the energy percuss against our bodies. Welcome back my friend…
Michael W Brunt 
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