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i went to get my licenses renewed today, coming back i am idling along , i come upon a small little cracker box car with three people cramed into it. i pass him like everone else i have came upon. well mr. speedy decides after i pass him, that he wants his 4 banger back in front, i let him go by with his windows down and hair blowing. then his copilot queen sticks her hand out the window with the come on gesture. so i say to myself,
self this young lad wants to be fast and furious with his hayabusa killer. this does not sit well with me .
so i drop one ease on the throttle a bit and get to around a buck fifty two before idling back down. well needless to say no more little cracker box wanting to make a hayabusa kill. now as i reflect back i wonder what in the world possess some brain dead kid in a turd knocker car like that to actually want to run a street bike. maybe he thought i was on a harley davidson .in any event it ends up the same story , different chapter, same ending. God rest the poor little cars soul.
self this young lad wants to be fast and furious with his hayabusa killer. this does not sit well with me .
so i drop one ease on the throttle a bit and get to around a buck fifty two before idling back down. well needless to say no more little cracker box wanting to make a hayabusa kill. now as i reflect back i wonder what in the world possess some brain dead kid in a turd knocker car like that to actually want to run a street bike. maybe he thought i was on a harley davidson .in any event it ends up the same story , different chapter, same ending. God rest the poor little cars soul.
