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Stuck in rush-hour traffic, I couldn’t help but stare at a burly-looking biker wearing a black leather jacket and chaps pulled up next to me on a shocking pink Harley. My first thoughts were, “Is that really a pink Harley?” and, “I wonder if he’s gay.”
Just then, the traffic cleared, and he pulled in front of me. On the back of his jacket were stenciled the words, “Yes, it is. No, I’m not.”
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