My three year old came home from preschool all excited because one of her class mates father came to school to talk about what his job is........he is a police officer and she thought that was cool. So, eventhough my daughter see's me get dressed up for work and tote a brief case to the office.............I asked her if she knew what I did for a job. She replied..........yes............you work on motorcycles! Not ride.........not race..........I need to go to racing more often! ..........although I work on my bike at the track quite a bit too.....lol. Kids!
Dont sweat it.. Iam a police officer and I think working on race bikes are way cooler...an my kids like my motorcycles more then my cop car...just saying.
That's why I've been sending chuck on that old ratty backup bike to take care of the light work. Don't go calling out the sleeping bear.....he might just drink all your beer....lol.
Chuck, on a back up bike, looking like a mighty fine Kawi that pulls pretty darn strong!! So anyways meet me at Road Atlanta, its halfway for us both now and Ill bring you a cooler full of your finest PBR.
Come on.....pbr? I'll meet you at the end of the driveway for a cold one of those, but it better be 100 degrees in the shade.
Ok Ill bring a case of Miller Light?? Budwiser, Shlitz Malt liquor? And you know come Road Atl itll be 100 in the shade.
easy on the PBR bashing there, Gypsy.... you know what you get a blue ribbon for? For winning! That's right, winning, Nancy. Don't make me sick Charlie Sheen on you....
Blue ribbon.....lol. What, is this some dog show? Kmc got his pimp cup, Howie (sooner than later) got a king of the sand box belt.....at least offer up a chunky gold nugget rapper necklace with a brass nuckle or 45 medallion....blue ribbon. Get that fizzer hybrid out of the bushes, put that dirtbike back on the trail.
Yeah I know. The dirt bike is gone, the fizzer hybrid is still missing some parts, and the (v7 legal wink wink, nudge nudge) 95 yzf600 streetbike is getting close to roadwortiness.
