IRON BOUND
I grew up in Newark NJ in the mostly German immigrant neighborhood called the Iron Bound. My dad walked to work at the brewery. It was called the iron bound cause no matter how you got there you had to cross the RR tracks to be there. It's a Portugese neighborhood today. Been riding motorcycles for over 38 years now --- ain't nothing like it. In a car you look out and see the picture , on a bike you are IN the picture. Welcome Home
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