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One day I was kicking a rock down the street because I couldn't afford a can. I came across a kid with a yz 80, the rock was used to bash him over the head and take that sweet little 80 away from said kid. As I road away the kid came to and started running after me. As I clicked threw the gears and the wind whiping through my hair I knew I was hooked. That was 34 years ago. I am still on the lamb, from that assault. That's why I go by Spider.