Scab
I got nothin' here...
Over the holiday weekend, I was able to take in a few miles on the bike. While in a blind left hander, I met the motor-home-from-hell that was halfway into my lane. But, I was riding right. No panic, no braking, no readjusting of line. Just soft mumblings under my breath assaulting his character.
Thanks, Toe. Stay right.
Thanks, Toe. Stay right.