twowheelnut
R.I.P. Our Motorcycling Friend
No way. I don't even think I had time to blink.Did you get a chance to give her the finger???
No way. I don't even think I had time to blink.Did you get a chance to give her the finger???
hm....still want an in depth study on your underpants. :glare:No way. I don't even think I had time to blink.Did you get a chance to give her the finger???
Glad you are still with us my friend. The world would be a lot less..........well ****, I don't know, it would be a lot less something without you in it.
Don't be doing anything silly now...........at least not until I get my burnt New Yorker!
I'm sure he earned himself a new "racing stripe" on his Hanes.....or is it time for a new set??hm....still want an in depth study on your underpants. :glare:No way. I don't even think I had time to blink.Did you get a chance to give her the finger???
This is no good, mang....Be safe out there guys. The Reaper is a mere blink away.
Been doin' that myself for quite some time now. If I get out of the right side tire track, I've blown my line. Don't go as fast but I have just as much fun and it's safer. Highly recommended.I need to move my line further outboard from the centerline on lefthanders.
Said the man who is owed a sit down from yours truly. Ahem. :winkwithawaggingfingersmiley:Don't be doing anything silly now...........
Clorox. Works wonders.hm....still want an in depth study on your underpants. :glare:
Again. Word.This is no good, mang....
We can't be having you get all busted up......
One's "uh-ohmeter" are almost always correct, so yeah, please listen to it better next go round.
Glad you're still among us....
Triple 'Word'.Been doin' that myself for quite some time now. If I get out of the right side tire track, I've blown my line. Don't go as fast but I have just as much fun and it's safer. Highly recommended.
So, did she come over and apologize as soon as she hung up the phone?As I start my turn, I heard the unmistakable scream of tortured tires trying to hold a line coming toward me and then, BAM! There’s an M-Class Mercedes pushing its way around the corner and using better than one third of my lane to accomplish it! Being leaned over, my head is in line with the 3 pointed star centered on the hood. The female driver’s eyes are as big as baseballs. I think, ‘I’m dead.’ What happens next is not in context with my rationale. I should be dead, if not, mightily busted up. Instead, I'm sitting on the ground of a dirt pull-out, just up the road.
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