ZOMFG G-sus Ch**st monkey balls! WTF-ZOMFG-ROFL-COPTER!
Out of the dark a rider emerges from a lock up garage in a white jacket speeds by, only to be lost again into the darkness, only the sound of his engine lingering!!!
Or not. More like broad daylight, taking off like a pooter, only heard from twenty feet away, trying not to get run over by morons with Cali plates holidaying in NV. (Making it more like CA every day, ick.)
Anyways I can finally bend my knee again, so I went out riding. Fun stuff.
I didn't have the guts to lean it like I did before, but something tells me I shouldn't yet. I might have needed a little humbling. I'm sure that brand of stupidity will return soon, if only to a trackday near you. (Ok, near me, but near you sounds so much cooler huh?)
Anyways, peace out guys, rock on. Gear will be ordered not this paycheck, but the next one. (Kind of have to eat in the meantime.)