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One summer I borrowed my kid brother's 100cc trail bike for a joyride instead of my chopper. I had the brilliant idea to go in the front neighbor's cornfield, thinking that the corn being so high he wouldn't see me and protest.
I'll tell you a stalk of corm is just like a cement post... at 40 miles an hour. What a flight! I came out of the field all cut up by the corn leaves, but laughing like crazy. My brother wasn't...
He got the use of my chopper for the next week... while I got his bike repaired.
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