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Discussion in 'Pacific Northwet - Where it's green. And wet.' started by linkweewee, Aug 16, 2009.
The black ones are faster!
Yawn. You want a sofa to ride buy a Goldwing Wibby. Or a 650 cc bike that gets you there and bores you to death. YMMV..
Never been bored yet but if I do I have the liter strom
Thank dog for that shirt
Yea... That's ALL he needs.
seat was WARM from the sunshine,,felt good on my,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Well, now that it’s officially broken in...
You wouldn't survive the first Federale you'd strafe with that bike.
OK, you'd blow past the first one, it's the next one that would have your ass!
Hmmm Peter teabagging my just new to me delivered uninsured guided missile with a Cal plate on it after I went home from Blume’s house two hours earlier after scaring myself on my maiden ride. Not that I’m surprised.
Even though I can't stand you and I am sworn to never talk to you again,,,,,,
I still love you, you fucking fuck!
You go take some lessons on riding before you turn yerself loose with that beast, not joking!
That bike can kill you faster than you can say,,,"I have crashed every bike I have ever had",,,,,,,,,,,fuckhead!
Sweet Sixty just consulted with the old Pelican himself.
Would rather see you riding a calmer beast than splatted somewhere I can't get to.
but the fact that it has been 'blessed' by testicles might count for something in the cosmic wilderness....or not\
I'll ride it slowly and pay more attention this time. Sorry not sorry for my purchase as I like it and that’s all that matters. Carry on.
We go out to the west end of Loraine highway, wait for porkbikes to rumble by. Then strafe 'em both sides, dive up a side road.
When they rumble by again, pull out and strafe 'em again, watch mirrors to be sure they flip you off.
Then best to disappear somewhere beyond Cottage Grove/Dorena.
Big fun, haven't done it for years.
Guess I need a guided missile bike now, faak...
Link,,I rented a car and drove it to Bellingham to buy the 950 that TBlume showed me. Stopped at DireWoof's gathering on the way home. Hells was there that day, just happened to be riding his 950, same bike. He asked what I thought about it, and I declared that it is the very most motorsickle I have ever ridden, but it kinda scares me somewhat.
Hells told me,, "Good!, as long as you stay 'somewhat' scared of it you might survive it."
I have never forgotten that advice.
Zero to jail in under six seconds! Please be careful.
She sits a mean garage, and yard; cleaned the gunk out of the filler cap and tank well, got dark and drinky here so she's back in the garage, where we're all safe.
Fucking G-funk, (r.i.p.)
I stored the 640 for him for far to long, and only rode it a couple times, had to fix that thing every ride or after every ride before he repo'd it, and promptly dis-a-fucking-pered, to later turn up fucking dead. Fuck you G. Miss you bro.