I remember the day she was droped off at home like it was yeasterday, a gleaming deep blue with some lovey shiney yoshis attached the side, not a mark on the entire bike, I was in.
Fast foward 1 year, 3 months, 18 days later, and there she lies broken in the middle of road, disconected from rider with a women ratteling off the all to familiar phrase every daily comuter never wants to hear but always does "I AM SO SORRY, I JUST DIDNT SEE YOU". I wanted to go off my nut at this women, but personally I find it really hard toyell, screem, and generally beat the living shit out someone who is shaking so bad I wanted to cheeck the rictor scale and crying into the arms of her car passanger.
Right so damage report, I am quite confident the bike will be a right off, bent forks, fucked fairing, fucked belly pan, front brakes dont seem to be working, scratched and dent tank, gravel rash on rear tail peice, and somthing is bent in the exhust. As for me a body that just knows it is not going to be able to move tomorrow.
About the only peice of satisfaction I am talking out is the fact that the car had to be towed away as well (I dont do things by halves)
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