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I started driving motorcycles (a Honda 50 step-through) when I was nine years old. As I grew, so did the motorcycles I drove. But none of them were Harleys, and none of them had a sidecar. So when Ray's '69 Olds dies along the highway and he finds himself the owner of a Harley Softtail with sidecar, I realized I had some research to do. One Saturday afternoon my husband's older brother pulled into the driveway on his Honda Gold Wing, and it had a sidecar. I climbed in and learned first-hand what it felt like to be ballast.

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