Took the new, (read, bloody old crapper,) FZR 400 to a mates place tonight. What a fuckin larf it is to ride. On the way home, Flame and I had a big section of motorway to ourselves, so I slowed right down and did a couple good wheelies, Flame caught up, and hoisted the Buell past me, (very cool!) soooo, I thought, nah girl, this how it's done, and... oooohhh FUCK! Maybe this aint how it's done. Flame never even saw it, cos she carried off into the distance practicing her technique, totally oblivious to my bruised arse, and our scratched up fighter.![]()
Well, an ambulance with a lovely lady flicks her lights on and pulls over, oh fuck, she'll be onto the cops, wonder if this thing'll go??? Had to push start it, cos the start button aint workin, but away it went, and away I went![]()
Moral is, if your lady wheelies past ya, APPRECIATE her efforts, and dont try upstage her!!!!
Bike is sweet, tail light lense, and another numberplate, (not to worry, the plate was off a CX 500 that the last guy owned, and he dont know who the hell I am) Biggest regret, NO ONE SAW IT!!!! Oh, and I need to straighten me new bars.
For those who might see this as dangerous and irresponsable behavour, my only defence, is that the bike is only doin 20k's when it comes up, and I was on a deserted road.
I've got the bits to fix it at home, so she'll be up on one again in no time. I'll post some pics of it if I can find a camera jokey.
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