This weekend I stopped by All Bikes in Rye, Arizona...it’s a motorcycle junkyard, but I think the appropriate name should be “motorcycle museum graveyard” is more fitting, a place where bikes go to die.
The reason I say this is because the guy who owns the place, Ron, is emotionally attached...
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