Pretty much since I've be tall enough to see over a steering wheel or be able to touch the ground I've been on wheels. One of the things I picked up from my dad and the construction workers I grew up with is always name your ride. Kinda like superstition if you don't know it's name how can you talk to it? We all talk to our bikes. In some cases at them. What do you call yours?
*****. Changes direction in a heartbeat, Will surprise you every time, Has a certain precedence on the road. Keeps you wanting to come back for more no matter how tired you are.
The width and shape of the fuel tank remind me of sitting on a bull. The bars like horns, the horn cover like nostrils, the twin head lights (eyes). It's a big mean bull and it can fly. RED BULL
The width and shape of the fuel tank remind me of sitting on a bull. The bars like horns, the horn cover like nostrils, the twin head lights (eyes). It's a big mean bull and it can fly. RED BULL