His name was unknown, and they say he wanted to be
a wandering man. The story goes that he was a man of proper wit and adventurous
spirit, suited to the open road. Nobody knows whereabouts he comes from and
don't seem to matter much. He was a young man and ghosty stories about the tall
hills didn't scare him none. He was looking for a Harley Knuckle or better. He
settled for a Pan but damn, it was a genuine Harley, and you couldn't get no
better. Bought him a good pair of boots, a map, and other truck that went with
being a wandering man, and said good-bye to whatever life was left behind.
Welcome to the New Frontier
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