This is how my bike looked when I first built her, she was perfect, I shoulda left her alone.
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3 comments:
was that pic snapped before or after you broke your leg on it for the 14th time? that bitch was hard on parking lots, for sure!
It was my Triumph I crashed on, that poor thang ain't moved since 1997.
BTW, who are you? Why do you know so much about me?
The suspense is killing me.
I'm every man, and no man. I'm a sort of intelligent design of the freewheeling superbro lifestyle. I dwell within you. I dwell within all true nature bros.
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