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    #16
    I fondly remember my first ride with my father.

    Going down the local neighbor hood turning down every street to get used to the bike. Then we went down the backroads for a while.

    Started raining but after a little while it stopped. Soon after we pulled to a stop sign and noticed a massive rainbow seemingly ending in the farmer's field beside us.

    That moment still gives me chills, everything just seemed so right.

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