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I truly began to be tormented by symptoms of Inedabika after I was married. I wanted a bike, but it just never
seemed to be the right time to get one. In other words we were poor. After many discussions (arguments)
about buying a bike my wife she pretty much made it clear that I'll only be able to afford one when I'm so old that just
looking at it will cause my hip to snap. Life sucks sometimes.
Now every day that goes by
the torment grows. I find myself trying to kick start my truck. Lately I've even begun opening the door at stop
lights and signs to put my foot out and balance my truck. It just keeps getting worse. Just this morning I caught
myself twisting the handle on my truck's column shifter like a bike throttle. Go to the donations page to find
out how you can help ease my pain.
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This could be me. There is a way
to end my suffering.
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What a job!
I like to think of this picture as what life could be like. I'm sure
the guy on the bike is smiling even though we can't see his face. My only wish is that someday this could be me.
Help me, make a donation.
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Donations
If every person viewing this
site just donated a dollar, or the change in their pockets, I would be well on my way to owning a motorcycle and ending the
pain I've felt all of these years. You can help. You can make a difference.
You could even donate a motorcycle. I'm not looking for anything fancy, huge, or super fast. I'm just looking
for something to ride to work and around town on the weekends.
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