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There's a tire shop on my commute home that has an old-school Whizzer-equipped bike (which this closely resembles) for sale on their front lot. I haven't slowed down to really take it in, but it tempts. Then the 22-mile commute reminds, and the temptation is gone.
Some of the latest-generation bike motors claim outrageous mileage numbers, up to 200mpg for one or other variety of Golden Eagle. I think I'd be more attracted to the thump of the big cylinder coming from between my ankles than the frantic rasp of the little Tanaka from somewhere behind/under my keister.
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