lovely louella

I got distracted looking for a 6mm bolt and ended up sorting all of my miscellaneous bolts into large coffee cans. Later, I reorganized my shop rags by the type, size and quality of the grease stains on them—stopping occasionally to look…
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When I first met Loverly Louella she was a score girl at the races I was racing at. Later she came to all of my races. Now, not so much
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Psychologists say that the brain records significant events, and the more significant the event, the longer the memory lasts
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Short and succinct answers to the same question that Lovely Louella asks after every race
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Motocross racers don’t talk about their personal lives, self doubts, fears of inadequacy or anything remotely private. We are from Mars, afterall
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"Lines, shmines. I don't need no stinkin' lines. All that matters is my left wrist; or is that the right wrist?"
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To my way of thinking, there was no reason for her to make me go to the doctor for an injury that hadn’t turned purple yet
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I should have crashed, but luckily I saved it when my chest protector caught on my crossbar pad. If it weren’t for that crossbar pad, I’d spend half my life sliding down the track face first
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A true story of Lovely Louella's deception, but don't tell her that I told you
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Lovely Louella gives me the leeway to spend every waking minute on motorcycles, I spend every waking minute on motorcycles
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Why Luscious Louella told Jody after every moto that he should go apologize to the guys he raced against
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