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leather pants. There were eleven other riders with him. They all varied quite wildly in appearance. Some were tall, others short. One was even a midget. There were several who were fat and a few who were bone skinny. None of them was bald like wolf, at least none of that I could tell. Though, four of them were wearing helmets. Yet despite their differences they still exhibited a sort of uniformity. They all wore similar clothes, with materials limited faded denim, dirty white cotton, and of course, black leather. Furthermore, the all shared the same defining quality: they all looked tough. Their bikes followed a similar scheme. They were all Harleys and the colors black and chrome, but their shapes differed substantially. Some were stripped down to the bare essentials, while others were baggers, loaded down with every luxury a bike could hold. Many had ape
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