You grin and open the throttle, aiming directly at the lion's snatch. You feel the frame of the bike picking up every little bump in the road and, slowly, your view of the world narrows from the blacktop, a distant snatch and a pair of legs to... Just the snatch. Surely the lioness has heard you by now; Harleys aren't quiet by anyone's standards?
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