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I remember what it felt like driving to work, as an electrician at 6:30 am, every morning, 6 days a week, with sleep in my eyes, wondering just how bad it would hurt if I drove my truck off one of the bridges I had to cross every morning. I fucking hated that job. Every second of it.
Then I think about how lucky I am now and all the things I get to do, exotic places I get to see and the incredible girls I get to shoot my load in. I want for nothing and answer to no one. All because I bust my ass now.
Somehow the combination of the two motivates me to get back in the saddle and keep riding.
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