
Originally Posted by
StoneChucker
Well, I was riding right behind CelticNo6 (I think), and I felt a dull pain dispearse through my ankle.
Yeah, it was me you were behind. I was feeling quite good for a while there holding off an R1 with its 17 year old pre-cursor.
I guess I might blame it on the other chaps for convincing me to lower my tyre pressures for the ride - though I'm sure this must be the first time I've ever flicked up a stone at someone. Sorry buddy.
Maybe you could change your logon to Stonecatcher?
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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