My first day at MMI was indeed interesting. My neighbor (I lived in a housing complex that the school recommended) did not turn up to class that day. It turns out he was stabbed and killed from a drug deal that went bad. And the killers tried to burn the complex down with all of us in it. Yikes. But, on that day I met my soon to be best friend and partner in the shop, Herman. I graduated top of my class and with that you get some cool parting gifts, like tools. I also got a letter stating this fact to include in my resume. Instead of going right into the Harley elective, I chose to take a three week interrupt and go get my Pa's 47. However, being a student I had no money. Or a truck. I asked my old roommate from L.A., Kim, if she was up for an adventure. It was early February, and she said she would if we can stop at Mardi Gras. And she has a truck. Off to the East Coast we went. After picking up the FL, we decided to go to Bike Week in Daytona. This is a shot from the motel window one morning in West Virgina on the way to Florida. Be careful,, there is a Knucklehead in the back.......
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