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I grew up in an American, Midwestern, blue-collar, motorcycle-riding family that fully embraced pride of all sorts—pride in our family, our country, our bikes, our tattoos and putting in an honest day’s labor. If family needed help, you showed up on Saturday and helped. You taught your kids how to fix engines, build things, and to listen to their mama. You took care of your family, even if you got divorced. You did things because they were right, not because you wanted to do them. Man, I loved my family. I thought I had the coolest family in the world.

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