danaI had ridden a Honda CB350T in college, so I had the license. In the '80s I was practicing administrative law and related litigation in DC, and experiencing the associate trap: theoretically you had three weeks of vacation, but you had to get a partner's OK to use it.
It occurred to me that if I had a motorcycle again, I could stretch weekends. So I started shopping. I walked into a BMW dealer and saw a silvery-green K75S, and baby, that thing called to me. "Buy me," it said.
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