I sat on a Boss Hoss once at a bike show.
1100 pounds. It was like sitting on a refrigerator. Getting on and off was a lesson in paranoia.
Lean to far when stopped and it'll snap your knees like twigs ;-)
I sat on a Boss Hoss once at a bike show.
1100 pounds. It was like sitting on a refrigerator. Getting on and off was a lesson in paranoia.
Lean to far when stopped and it'll snap your knees like twigs ;-)
I did the same once and reckoned twas the same feeling a hard body girl has when spread eagle to accept a 400 pound man!
'Bout ripped open my groin . . .