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she got to her car there was a bike parked so close she couldn't get the door opened. She went around to the passenger side. Same problem. About this time Mr. Charm showed up.

"Let me show you something," he said intelligently as he sidled up to the bike that was blocking her door. He pointed to a large gash along the gas tank. "This is where she took a hit from a pipe that dropped off a truck." He ran his fingers lovingly along the seat until they came to a four-inch gash where the stuffing was oozing out. "This is where a stump nicked her when we were camping in the Tetons." Then he stood up to his full six-foot-something height, looked into Suki's eyes and said, "You see, life throws some tough stuff at her sometimes, but still she just keeps on goin'. Ya know why? Cause she's still got her spirit."

The words hit Suki like the back draft from a speeding semi. That's when she realized she had been taking herself way too seriously. That's when the chrome entered her eyes and the seat beckoned. And that's when she knew he had been right. She was going to ride that bike.

In that single afternoon she found the parts of herself she had lost over the years. Too busy, too focused on everyone else's dreams, too complacent, too typical, she had let the world reduce her being to a carbon copy of so many others. Two weeks later when she took the road test on that battered but trusty bike the transformation was complete. From then on Suki was a biker.

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