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This morning, I was washing my bike in the parking lot of a hotel on Marco Island in Southern Florida. It was a very big lot, with lots of cars and trucks. I heard the unmistakable rumble of a Harley coming down my lane. Of course, I had to stop and look up to see it. It was a maintainance guy pushing one of those big metal garbage containers with metal wheels.
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