My boy is a carbon copy of me, it kinda pisses me off sometimes. Stubborn little bastids. His bike has been in the shop for about a month and he has been whining about wanting to ride for that entire month. He got it back today and took off as soon as he got it unloaded. He come home about 30 minutes later with road rash a skint up shin and a sore collar bone, one that has previously been operated on. He hit a dog and he went over the bars at about 35mph.

What is it about a bike that makes us so willing to buy tires every 3k miles, risk being run over by an idiot texting or someone pulling out in front of you. They are dangerous as a cooked gun but we love them damn machines!

Eating fried chicken and watermelon since 1972.

You tell me how I ought to be, yet you don't even know your own sexuality,, the philosopher,,, you know so much about nothing at all. Chuck Schuldiner