i dont think that some people understand that it is dangerous to tailgate motorcycles. this might be one of my automotive/motorcycle rants. so you should skip down 2 paragraphs if you dont wanna hear it. just a disclaimer.
so me and the guys are out riding. only 3 of us tonight, not too crowded. so we are all over the valley, just riding, well cruising. not much speeding tonight, and i dont have mirrors, but for some reason, it was brighter than usual. i turn around to look and this civic is crammed up my ass. so i flash my tail light to brake check this mother fucker. he backs off then comes right back. so i kick down 2 gears and drop the hammer, im gone and then he pulls up next to me revving. i just waved him off and hung a left.
and this brings me right into my next point. i like how people thing they are tuners. import tuners to be exact. this one guy was like yeah, i enjoy being a tuner, i put TVs in the headrests and cool paintjobs for everyone to see. now, im not callin myself a master tuner or pro, but TVs and paint is in now way tuning. i was brought up with engine, brake, and suspension work as tuning. i guess this new crop of douche bags has their own definition for it. which is wholly twisted. they spray a flashy paint job, slap some chrome wheels and put a wing on it, and think its a trophy winner. well im gonna tell you this, my 1992 Yamaha FZR 600 thats running crappy with 3 different shades of black will always whoop your ass and continue doing it. alrighty end rant here.
i had a good weekend. spent friday evenin with rachel. something about the way she looks at me and how she calls me honey, just kills me. she just has those beautiful green eyes. yowza. and ive been having good dreams lately. i try to write them down when i wake up. last night was the oddest one. it started with the lovely irene. we went out, and were messing around everywhere. heh, then i ended up in some room with people that had fingers in their eyesockets, and they wouldnt let me leave cause i was insane. ok. then my ex vala came and got me. then we started messing around, everywhere. then irene came into it, and we were having a great time. but all i could think about were the people with fingers in their eyes. how strange am i. so im gonna ask rachel out. any suggestions on what to say? i need help. im bad at that. so so bad.
hope you all had a great weekend.
so me and the guys are out riding. only 3 of us tonight, not too crowded. so we are all over the valley, just riding, well cruising. not much speeding tonight, and i dont have mirrors, but for some reason, it was brighter than usual. i turn around to look and this civic is crammed up my ass. so i flash my tail light to brake check this mother fucker. he backs off then comes right back. so i kick down 2 gears and drop the hammer, im gone and then he pulls up next to me revving. i just waved him off and hung a left.
and this brings me right into my next point. i like how people thing they are tuners. import tuners to be exact. this one guy was like yeah, i enjoy being a tuner, i put TVs in the headrests and cool paintjobs for everyone to see. now, im not callin myself a master tuner or pro, but TVs and paint is in now way tuning. i was brought up with engine, brake, and suspension work as tuning. i guess this new crop of douche bags has their own definition for it. which is wholly twisted. they spray a flashy paint job, slap some chrome wheels and put a wing on it, and think its a trophy winner. well im gonna tell you this, my 1992 Yamaha FZR 600 thats running crappy with 3 different shades of black will always whoop your ass and continue doing it. alrighty end rant here.
i had a good weekend. spent friday evenin with rachel. something about the way she looks at me and how she calls me honey, just kills me. she just has those beautiful green eyes. yowza. and ive been having good dreams lately. i try to write them down when i wake up. last night was the oddest one. it started with the lovely irene. we went out, and were messing around everywhere. heh, then i ended up in some room with people that had fingers in their eyesockets, and they wouldnt let me leave cause i was insane. ok. then my ex vala came and got me. then we started messing around, everywhere. then irene came into it, and we were having a great time. but all i could think about were the people with fingers in their eyes. how strange am i. so im gonna ask rachel out. any suggestions on what to say? i need help. im bad at that. so so bad.
hope you all had a great weekend.
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