So last night I head down south to check this breeze out. All went well, lot's of :makeout. On the way home I'm on 826 North flying, about a minute ahead of me a 3 car wreck. A car up on median, all kind of ruff stuff. So I keep pushing north bound about 80mph, lights come on. Just great, so he gets out makes me take a seat on the floor with my hands up. Starts the routine "why you in a rush", "is the bike stolen" all that dumb
sh!t. Then tells me my bike is stolen out of Fresno. Long story short, he transposed a number on the vin. He lets me go, but doesn't end the conversation without this one:
"I'm only letting you go, caus' you'll be dead by the end of the year anyway!" :bash
What a P-r-i-c-k :boom
sh!t. Then tells me my bike is stolen out of Fresno. Long story short, he transposed a number on the vin. He lets me go, but doesn't end the conversation without this one:
"I'm only letting you go, caus' you'll be dead by the end of the year anyway!" :bash
What a P-r-i-c-k :boom