No court in the land (with a jury of your peers - 'Busa owners) would convict you...WHAT!!!!!
I hope to all heaven that was the biggest lie you ever told.
I would have killed her right there. And when the police came and asked what the hell happened, I would have said... "Officer, she attacked my busa. It could not defend itself so I defended it. It was a life or death situation. She knocked it to the ground and looked as though she was going to finish it off. Deadly force was necessary." And one of them would say, oh I have a busa as well, you are free to go.
Seriously though, if I saw the pope going to knock over my bike.....we would be looking for a new pope!
Now i know you may have solved nothing but didnt it fell a lot better. Ahh revenge is the greatestBelieve me I wish I was lyingI did throw 2 motorcycle helmets and hit the mercedes when she sped off, messed up the front rigth fender but got it replaced for free by the benz dealer
Whoa, so your bike got scratched, and you busted up 2 helmets? That's a lotta dough, especially if those were shoei's or arais (or other high end helmets). I mean about $500 a pop...that's a grand just to replace the helmets. I mean if you threw them hard enough to bust up the fender of the mercedes then I wouldn't trust those things to protect my melon in an accident anymore.Believe me I wish I was lyingI did throw 2 motorcycle helmets and hit the mercedes when she sped off, messed up the front rigth fender but got it replaced for free by the benz dealer
Dont sell your soul. If you kiss as all the time then you'll be the guy at the gas station saying he was gonna get a bike but got a dinet set instead. For the love of all things manly dont sell outyou kissing her ass every moment of every day to stay on her good side
Yep, a friend of mine's Irish brother-in-law used to ride his bike from the West coast to my friend's house near London in the winter. We used to lift him off his bike (still in the riding position) and prop him up next to the fire so he could thaw out.Other: Garrett (brother) and I are riding to El Paso Tx from Austin, TX. It is December 1999 and 20 degrees outside. We stop to get gas on I-10 in the middle of nowhere. Garrett's bike comes to a complete stop and he gets this wild eyed look on his face (through the visor on his helmet) and he and the bike just falls over - KERPLUNK. He was so cold he couldn't move his legs and him and the bike fell like knocking over a domino. I was laughing so hard I had to sit down - then I got up and helped him pick the bike up.
It does me 2, why I like it, Free Flashbacks For lifeSweet, didn't even get it out of the garage before you dropped itAll I am gonna say is:
5 Bikes in the garage, Big-Wheeled Mower and too much crap near the Busa..
Lawn Maintenance Guys mowing/ watching..
Me under the Busa fighting a Big-Wheel Lawnmower and the Busa for Control...
Datz My story, and I am sticking to it.
p.s. Your logo-thingy is giving me acid flashbacks...