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I caught up with Wolf in Denver’s burbbuffer town, Castle Rock. I had come in on interstate 25 to find myself in the middle of one of the biggest parties of the year. The Elephant Rock Race was a hundred mile race held every June. In the Pre-Imperial days, it had been a bicycle race but now it was one of the most popular motorcycle races in the country. The race was soon to start, and the town was a jumbled mass of thousands of bikers in their colorful Nomex and Kevlar racing suits. I blended in rather easily. In fact, I was no stranger to motorcycles. I had owned a Pacheco M4 since I was 20. For those unfamiliar with motorcycles, the M4 is the fastest bike ever made and is the last vehicle ever made to run on hydrogen, before the government mandated that all vehicles burn only gasoline. It runs quietly and can easily run circles around gas burners, plus its built-in water separator meant that I never had to pay for fuel. Mine was a
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