Back around 1979, a friend of mine at the boatyard had a retriever mix by the name of Kilgore that would ride on the back of his motorcycle. For two days running, while my car was getting fixed, I too was on the back of that same motorcycle -- two adults and a full sized dog between us, humming down Route 2 in Maryland. We all survived.
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