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In the summer of 2013 I criss-crossed America by motorcycle. I needed a versatile and comfy pair of kicks to slip into after long days in the saddle wearing boots, and my flip flops weren’t cutting it, so in Chicago I bit the bullet and bought a pair of Crocs. They survived everything from the bleachers at Wrigley to bar-hopping in Seattle to the heat and desolation of “the loneliest road in America.

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