Jen and I rolled out to Washington to stop by the family farm. We decided that she needed a farm-life education, so my brother and I taught her how to ride dirt bikes and weld. She did pretty damn good at both. After a day of riding, John and I broke out the PW80 for some mini-bike races. It turns out that being the short one actually comes in handy on occasion, and my brother got to use the phrase "my long legs were in the way," which I don't think any Riser has ever uttered as long as the family has been around.
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