Pleasures of the damned
I need to understand why I need to be such a hermit.
I also need to stop letting other bikers bait me into racing. I went 130 on a city street today, and soundly spanked a 07 Fz1..... 30 seconds later I blasted past a cop going 45, in a 30 mile an hour zone, feeew he did not see me.
god I'm juvenile.
To those who will say that shit will kill you:
Yes I know,
Broken collar bone.
Separated shoulder.
Three broken ribs.
Your point is?
Last thing:
to all you squirrels out there and I don't mean the secret ones, fuck you all.
I need to understand why I need to be such a hermit.
I also need to stop letting other bikers bait me into racing. I went 130 on a city street today, and soundly spanked a 07 Fz1..... 30 seconds later I blasted past a cop going 45, in a 30 mile an hour zone, feeew he did not see me.
god I'm juvenile.
To those who will say that shit will kill you:
Yes I know,
Broken collar bone.
Separated shoulder.
Three broken ribs.
Your point is?
Last thing:
to all you squirrels out there and I don't mean the secret ones, fuck you all.
Mufflers, gravel, idiots pulling out without looking and (yes) squirrels...
Nice that the weather up there is finally rideable though.