Dirty bitches.
My little scoot has been frolicking around in Auckland's winter, and as a result she's dirtier than a Westie chick on a cocktail of porn and booze. So, being the nice guy that I am, I headed down to washworld. $16 in $2 coins and an hour later, she's still covered in a film of muck.
Being too lazy for my own good (and in the middle of renovations and working huge fucking hours), is there anyone who professionally cleans bikes to showroom standards?
MBB.
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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