As if someone had turned back the clock a century. On Saturday, blue two-stroke smoke hung over Hooghalen once again, the bark of old racing motorcycles echoed between the houses, and the Haolers sat exactly where their parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents used to sit: in the front garden, with a slice of sausage and a beer within reach.
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As if someone had turned back the clock a century. On Saturday, blue two-stroke smoke hung over Hooghalen once again, the bark of old racing motorcycles echoed between the houses, and the Haolers sat exactly where their parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents used to sit: in the front garden, with a slice of sausage and a beer within reach.