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The small motorcycle community

We know that the motorcycle community is large, but it's also exceptionally small and intimate. I want to share an example with you about how small the community really is.

I just received a phone call from my mom - she and my dad are on a vacation in Ireland. During last night's dinner, a man walked into the restaurant wearing full gear. My mom said "cold outside?" to which the man said "I'm on a motorcycle - it's always a little colder".

My mother was ecstatic. "You ride a motorcycle? I need to tell you about my son's business".

"What's the business?"

"Twisted Road," she said.

He smiled. "I met your son last month at the OG Moto Show in California. We spent a lot of time discussing his business."

Small world.


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