Image: http://lohan-modification-motorcycle.blogspot.com
I fuckin' hate it when they cut me off like that. Who's the jackass of the day?
An Augusta, a rossa. And he leans really well. Let's chase him. I know it's a he, it can't be otherwise. Dammit, he's way too fast. Red light coming ahead, good. Nothing, he keeps going. OK, I'm just in the mood for a mission impossible stunt, let's see who gets the part. Willies too, I'll save mine for later. Don't tell me he's going to take Angel Crest; looks like he is. He must be late, or he's on freaking Viagra. Look at him. 85, 95, Jesus Christ. All right, I'll catch up and pass him. You're kidding me, 107. There's a steel plate after the curve, hopefully he's an organ donor. 110, OK let's save his damn ass. I'm next to him, he's not even looking at me. I waved my hand. All right, he finally got it.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“I've just saved your ass, you douche!”
“What's after the curve?”
“Let me show you.”
“Why do they put that shit in the middle of the road?”
“To preserve bikers, and make sure they don't get sucked below see level.”
“What hole are you talking about?”
“There's a hole, that's why it's covered.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“You don't seem to understand.”
“I don't.”
“There's a hole, and when there's a hole in the middle of the road, they put a steel plate to cover it.”
“I guess I must thank you for that.”
“You don't have to, but it'll be nice if you decide so.”
“Thank you.”
“Wow, you do have some jelly under that helmet after all.”
“You bitch!”
“Thank you for that.”
“You ride a Ducati.”
“You're damn right.”
“When did you get it?”
“Not too long ago. I had a Triumph before.”
“A tank.”
“You're right. But I got used to it after a while. It rode pretty good.”
“Not as sexy as this one.”
“They're not easy to ride.”
“Like some horses.”
“Do you ride horses?”
“I ride anything.”
No comments:
Post a Comment