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On the eve of the twenty-ninth day of the first month of the third millennium, the leather-clad riders of steeds iron and steel amassed at the Medieval Times venue. Admirably accepting the unexpected nine-dollar parking toll, the Zen Riders Motorcycle Club arrived one by one.
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nd so
it came to pass that the Riders of Zen gathered to commemorate the
anniversary of their triumph, the rising from the seeds of a vision,
and taking flight under new banner, leadership, and zenliness.