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Vapordan
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Quite by accident I ran into this gem. No police. No bicycles. No cars .No potholes. No gravel. No people. No houses. No farm equipment. Its like a fucking race track! Fresh black top. It's better than sex. This is IN TORONTO, the home of straight roads!!! I'm there multiple times per week.I'm addicted to it. I dream of it. I torture the FZ8 on it. I need help. I've rediscovered the joy of riding.
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