Commitment at the 3pm Grand Prix
Been at least a week since I posted some shit to get you all stirred up...
Before Katman gets his panty liners wet, there was no one else around.
Standing at the intersection of Customs Street and Hobson this afternoon. Can hear a stink pot, revving it's ass off, must have been doing 27,000,000 rpm and the guy was on it, twisting it for all he was worth.
The little stroker came into view, looked like an RG150, missing most of it's fairing though. Guy takes a wide line, racing from customs street, knee just about touching the asphalt, WFO (wide fucking open) and up Hobson street.
Bless his cotton socks for giving me a grin in the middle of another day working to fund my mortgage and tires for the Gixer.
The guy was showing considerable commitment - if it was you, good on yer mate. I guess this proves that little ones can do it too.
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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