Me too. I ditched the afternoon work to take my new ZXR250 for it's first squirt. Long-story short, everything went well, cob-webs were blown, she fucken honked for what she is, and I ran out of gas. Got a mate to bring out my can, raced him home, got utterly dicked. All-in-all though I'm ecstatic... my new (old!) bike goes hard and runs nice, and I have a mate with a car that'll bring me petrol in a fucken jiffy
"Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death" - Hunter S. Thompson
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