I have a nasty lump on the back of my leg where the Old Dirty Bastard (which is what I've named the cb-125) bit me last night. I've got the choke situation figured out (cold motor='on'. warm motor = upward area where there is no inscription) and I'm going to start practicing for the motorcycle endorsement test. However, I also got thwaped on my little ankle bone by the kickstart so many times that I'm rather black and blue in that area as well. This can only mean one thing.
I get to shop for Motorcycle Boots. Big Shit-Kicking Motorcycle Boots.
Posted by Sonya at August 19, 2004 01:13 PMWhee! I've got a faint scar on my calf from the exhaust pipe of a friend's sport bike -- three concentric arcs. Pretty cool. Motorcycle scars are badass.
's far as I know, there aren't any good bike shops close to downtown, which means you'll have to head north. We could take a picnic lunch, head to the suburbs, make a day of it.
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