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Thank you for driving all the way back into Boston late at night to help me swear at the no longer running Katana, try to help diagnose, wait with me, and instruct the incompetent tow truck driver who had no motorcycle loading experience...
Bike and me got back home safe and sound.
And you boys that I was riding with that didn't even come back to find me when I suddenly disappeared (you know who you are), and completely ditched a girl near south station late at night, not knowing if I was lying on the pavement, or what, are lame....
But Jim, thanks a million, and I owe you a drink (or two)