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One of my favorite memories is being snuck into a late night showing of Easy Rider. It was in this trashy $2 theatre and being 15, I didn't fully understand the social implications of the film, but I knew that it was cool. And so did my friends. None of us had ever ridden a motorcycle and the only other movie I had seen Dennis Hopper in was Speed. I saw him then as some ancient, wide-eyed villain and cheered along with the rest of my friends when Keanu left him to his fiery demise. And I never… Continue