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Shifting vigorously, its been about twenty minutes that my ol' 78' Gs750 has been clapping. She bogs and screams, its still not running right but its okay. I get to the stop light. blublublublub ..pffffclonk.
*Green*
awesome. Here I am, looking half legit. Got my new Classic M Arai (pearl black) , smoke goggles, I should be in speed racer cartoon. Not this time. My electric start doesn't work, my right leg is getting tired. Im kicking kicking kicking sweat accumulates on the gas tank as cars blow their exhaust in my face passing by. 3 light changes later, nothing. I've been running on prime. Who knows.... all I know is that I need to get the heck out of here. *Green*
Lanky legs go! alright this looks silly... screw that I jump off to the left side and start chuggging ... goggles at my neck flapping everywhere as I make a running dash through the long turning intersection. Gas station is right there sweet. okay,lets chill, fill it up...try again. Nothing at first. two softail's quickly pull up beside me as im kicking again. brummm she finally picks up. I get some funny looks and finally make it home. Pull in the garage, I swing my foot and hit her front tire in anger. I feel bad immediately, but its justified. So here I am, I don't know when we will be good together. I hope its soon. I just want to ride my motorsickle!
*Green*
awesome. Here I am, looking half legit. Got my new Classic M Arai (pearl black) , smoke goggles, I should be in speed racer cartoon. Not this time. My electric start doesn't work, my right leg is getting tired. Im kicking kicking kicking sweat accumulates on the gas tank as cars blow their exhaust in my face passing by. 3 light changes later, nothing. I've been running on prime. Who knows.... all I know is that I need to get the heck out of here. *Green*
Lanky legs go! alright this looks silly... screw that I jump off to the left side and start chuggging ... goggles at my neck flapping everywhere as I make a running dash through the long turning intersection. Gas station is right there sweet. okay,lets chill, fill it up...try again. Nothing at first. two softail's quickly pull up beside me as im kicking again. brummm she finally picks up. I get some funny looks and finally make it home. Pull in the garage, I swing my foot and hit her front tire in anger. I feel bad immediately, but its justified. So here I am, I don't know when we will be good together. I hope its soon. I just want to ride my motorsickle!
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