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DJCobol posted:I got a helmet full of grass and weed clippings.
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| # ? May 17, 2013 22:10 |
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| # ? May 19, 2013 15:02 |
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DJCobol posted:What about things we loving hate? Riding around the other night, had the visor on my full face helmet opened a couple of clicks as it was hot out and the breeze felt nice. Come up on a dude mowing his severely overgrown front yard and just spraying all that poo poo out into the road. As soon as I rode by I got a helmet full of grass and weed clippings. Fixed that today. 
MoraleHazard fucked around with this message at May 19, 2013 around 00:41 |
| # ? May 18, 2013 18:21 |
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You know what I hate? Pulling onto the access road for the abandoned insane asylum, and missing it by 300 feet. Bumping across the high grass, I don't see the curb and cha-wump, I drop into the parking lot. Accidentally giving the bike too much throttle, I bump over another curb and up some stairs, careening across the courtyard and down a hill way to fast, so I have to put a foot down and feel the back tire step out as I turn onto one of the many windy paths throughout the complex. Then, fatigued by so many close calls, I sloppily shift gears, lofting the front wheel for a ball-tightening second, before being forced to plow over yet another curb to go through some really tall grass that left poo poo all over my pants, finally making it back onto the road. This kinda poo poo happens like every day, and it always makes me late for work. It is literally the worst.
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| # ? May 18, 2013 20:00 |
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Covert Ops Wizard posted:You know what I hate? Pulling onto the access road for the abandoned insane asylum, and missing it by 300 feet. Bumping across the high grass, I don't see the curb and cha-wump, I drop into the parking lot. Accidentally giving the bike too much throttle, I bump over another curb and up some stairs, careening across the courtyard and down a hill way to fast, so I have to put a foot down and feel the back tire step out as I turn onto one of the many windy paths throughout the complex. Then, fatigued by so many close calls, I sloppily shift gears, lofting the front wheel for a ball-tightening second, before being forced to plow over yet another curb to go through some really tall grass that left poo poo all over my pants, finally making it back onto the road. This kinda poo poo happens like every day, and it always makes me late for work. It is literally the worst. I really really want to see a video of this.
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| # ? May 18, 2013 20:31 |
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stevobob posted:I really really want to see a video of this. I don't have a gopro, but I might be able to convince one of my friends to shoot a video with my dslr and make something awesome. The place I'm talking about really is a playground.
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| # ? May 18, 2013 20:56 |
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Covert Ops Wizard posted:You know what I hate? Pulling onto the access road for the abandoned insane asylum, and missing it by 300 feet. Bumping across the high grass, I don't see the curb and cha-wump, I drop into the parking lot. Accidentally giving the bike too much throttle, I bump over another curb and up some stairs, careening across the courtyard and down a hill way to fast, so I have to put a foot down and feel the back tire step out as I turn onto one of the many windy paths throughout the complex. Then, fatigued by so many close calls, I sloppily shift gears, lofting the front wheel for a ball-tightening second, before being forced to plow over yet another curb to go through some really tall grass that left poo poo all over my pants, finally making it back onto the road. This kinda poo poo happens like every day, and it always makes me late for work. It is literally the worst. Still pictures of the abadonded insane asylum motorcycle playground are good enough for me.
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| # ? May 19, 2013 00:40 |
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MoraleHazard posted:Still pictures of the abadonded insane asylum motorcycle playground are good enough for me. Next time I go back I'll take pictures, though it might be later in the week because my DRZ has some fueling issues at the moment. Fun is not walking your bike back home half a mile because it needs to be going 20mph to bump start, and stops running after about 400 feet anyway. Thankfully there was a nice lady who hitched a stow strap to her van and my bars and pulled me up the biggest hill on the way back, because that woulda been a bitch. She seemed a little insane though, because she confused me with a biker who died last year. Then told me, "Oh that's right, he was killed by a drunk driver." Later, she called me his name again when she said goodbye. Weird.
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| # ? May 19, 2013 02:58 |
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Covert Ops Wizard posted:Next time I go back I'll take pictures, though it might be later in the week because my DRZ has some fueling issues at the moment. Fun is not walking your bike back home half a mile because it needs to be going 20mph to bump start, and stops running after about 400 feet anyway. Thankfully there was a nice lady who hitched a stow strap to her van and my bars and pulled me up the biggest hill on the way back, because that woulda been a bitch. What's it like being a doppleganger?
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| # ? May 19, 2013 03:15 |
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| # ? May 19, 2013 15:02 |
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Abe Froman posted:What's it like being a doppleganger? Moderately uncomfortable, but at least the guy was well thought of so people do nice things for me.
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