Originally Posted by dangerous
It's mine fanta pants, check post #16!
Ta
It's mine fanta pants, check post #16!
The metal is always nude.
You all keep your Norton Egli Manx Vincents....
This is MINE !!
"...you meet the weirdest people riding a Guzzi !!..."
Forum whore
Sigh...
You don't get to be an old dog without learning a few tricks.
Shorai Powersports batteries are very trick!
Una Storia Italiana
yeah well, while you were wiping ya dick down on ya hanky and changing ya nickers... I floged it right out from under ya arse, ya see being old and impotent has its advantages
cheers DD
(Definately Dodgy)
Ta
Impotence is age related. The older your kids get, the less you want to create the slightest chance of having more.yeah well, while you were wiping ya dick down on ya hanky and changing ya nickers... I floged it right out from under ya arse, ya see being old and impotent has its advantages
Una Storia Italiana
mate... one is 2.5 the other 1.5yrs I dont need to get older to know IM OVER ROOTING it aint worth the risk.
As you were people, my opolagys for taking itbut then again its right on topic, other wise we wouldnt all be here creaming over old replica bikes we cant ever have... we would in fact be laying one down on the missus *humph* ok fuck it Im old.
cheers DD
(Definately Dodgy)
The metal is always nude.
Sheez DD,...I thought this thread was about lust over bikes,..not ya ginger package....
"...you meet the weirdest people riding a Guzzi !!..."
Forum whore
Scuze me, but I had it at post #7!
it's not a bad thing till you throw a KLR into the mix.
those cheap ass bitches can do anything with ductape.
(PostalDave on ADVrider)
Ta
So you did. But that doesn't count, since seven is a prime number. Everyone knows you don't have to pay attention to prime numbered posts.
The metal is always nude.
ooops,...did I "accidentally" post another pic of my "LUST" bike.....
"...you meet the weirdest people riding a Guzzi !!..."
on the up
You can all keep your shitbox Eglis. I've bagsed the Irving Vincent.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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