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[pertamax7]

Fasilitas Dealer Honda Big Wing Astra Motor Yogyakarta : Jualan Moge Sampai Dynotest

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[repsolhonda]

we’re lowkey the second fastest bike on the grid after the ducati………

[scarefox]

Jeffy wants switch bikes 🤭

[iwan-fadila]

Pemantapan Teknik Berkendara #Cari_Aman Ala Bikers Big Bike

motogokil.com – Assalamu’alaikum wa rochmatullohi wa barokatuh, semoga kita semua selamat di perjalanan sampai ke tujuan. Berkendara dengan menggunakan moge ( motor gede) berbeda dengan kendaraan roda dua pada umumnya, moge dibekali kapasitas mesin yang besar serta bodi yang berukuran jumbo. Namun bukan hanya memiliki kendaraannya, teknik mengendarai motor gede di jalan raya penting untuk…

[seat-safety-switch]

Motorcyclists: are they like us? Car drivers have been asking themselves this question for centuries, usually whenever they see a motorcyclist. What's their deal, they wonder, and why can't they be much larger, heavier, and harder to kill when I try to drive over them? Don't they know how bad I am at operating this thing?

Recent research from the big ol' University on the hill indicates that motorcyclists and humans share a common hominid ancestor. In fact, we share 99.99% of our DNA with them as well. Rumour has it that, in the winter months or in times of great stress, some motorcyclists can even use cars. In order to operate a car like the rest of us, it is said they can even shed their outer skin and hard exoskeleton coating, but this remains unproven so far.

Most importantly, the research offers several clues to help identify friends and family who may be secret motorcyclists. First, check Craigslist or your local equivalent for sweet deals on cheap vintage bikes. Then, show those bikes to them. If they get real excited and start talking about how the bikes just need a little bit of work, chances are you've got yourself (at least) a latent motorcyclist.

Unfortunately, our so-called enlightened world prevents you from immediately turning them into the authorities on just a suspicion, but keep an eye out once you know. Sooner or later, you're going to at least have a Honda CT70 in the garage that they're just "holding for a friend."

Say, a Honda CT70. I bet those are cheap on the used market. And they're pretty cute. Easy to store in the garage. Just needs the carb cleaned, probably... new clutch...

[bikebound]

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[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

If you ever wondered why Valentino Rossi nicknamed himself 'Rossifumi' in his long- haired, fairing-banging days in the smaller classes then you need look no further than Norifumi Abe's now-legendary stint at the front of his debut grand prix at Suzuka in 1994.

Fresh from winning his national championship, Abe was catapulted into the international spotlight with a wild-card ride that drew gasps from racing fans around the world. At just 18-years of age, the Japanese rider seemed completely at ease mixing it with two riders who had won 34 500cc grands prix and a world championship between them at that time.

Not only was there a new name but a new style to admire too. Much of Abe's riding under braking was done perched precariously over the front of the motorcycle, his midriff arched upright over the fuel tank as he laid the bike on its side. The long, flowing hair protruding from the multi- coloured Shoei added to the image of a rider who held a blithe disregard for the reputations in front of him.

Valentino on watching Suzuka 1994: Abe had long straight hair and even when he was standing still, he looked like a great character. But most of all, he rode like a madman. He was absolutely fearless….I got up every morning at 7 a.m. to watch the replays of that race in Suzuka. Every single morning, for two whole months.

Abe quit Honda several months later and went on to race twice that season - at Brno and Laguna Seca - in Marlboro Team Roberts colours as a replacement for Daryl Beattie. He finished a more than credible sixth both times. He was grand prix racing's next big thing. More than adept on a 500, Abe proved to be a more than capable podium runner, finishing inside the top three 17 times in the next eleven years. Suzuka would continue to be a happy hunting ground for Abe. He went on to claim two of his three grand prix wins at the track.

Abe’s first 500cc win came at his home GP in Suzuka, 1996.

"I was lucky to have raced against Norick. We fought several times. In 2001 we fought for victory in Jerez. I have unique memories of Norick. I am indebted to him, because he contributed a lot to my enthusiasm and my motivations”.

Rossi finishes: "I was and am one of Norick's biggest fans. I still have a photo with his autograph. His race and his appearance at Suzuka in 1994 motivated me a lot. After this race, I really wanted to become a motorcycle racer". [x]

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

One - The Hallway

For the summary, warnings, and more please visit here

Previous Chapter

The human body is extraordinary. It does so many things like waking you up two hours before your alarm is set. It’s five o’clock in the morning and the last thing you want to be is up. This gives you way too much time to overthink your first day of school. 

The outfit you planned out the night before is thrown over your desk chair. It’s something simple and plain. You don’t want to draw too much attention to yourself. Your usual wardrobe would cause you to stick out like a sore thumb. 

You close your eyes and pray that your body lets you go back to sleep but after ten minutes of tossing and turning you knew that it was a lost cause. You reach over and turn on the lamp on your night stand. It takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the change in lighting but when they finally do, you sigh. Of course this had to happen to you. Your usual ten hours of sleep is reduced to eight. 

You can hear the rustle of your parents getting ready for work. They are usually out of the house before you wake up and back home long after you’ve gone to sleep. When you were little, you only saw them for a split second in the day when they came to pick you up from school. In middle school they gave you a bike and expected you to learn how to ride it on your own. It’s been just you and your bike ever since. 

You kill time by watching a movie on your laptop. It’s some new romcom that recently came out. Rom Coms are some of your favorite movies to watch because they move something within you. They make up for the lack of love and support in your life. 

Before you know it, two hours have passed by and your alarm goes off. You rub your tired eyes and finally leave the comfort of your bed. Your new room has a bathroom in it. The cold tile floors shock your bare feet but they soon get used to the temperature. 

You observe yourself in the mirror. Your tired eyes and tangled hair are just a reflection of how you feel inside. It’s only the first day but you are already want to give up. You can already feel the monotony tiring you out. 

Maybe you can join a club or two and make some new friends. It seems like everyone back home already forgot about you even though you left a week ago. Your best friend of six years left you on delivered for two days before making up an excuse as to why she didn’t respond fast enough. 

You splash your face with some cold water and try to think about something else. There was no use in thinking about that right now when there’s another pressing issue at hand. 

Lakeview high school is about a twenty minute walk and a six minute bike ride away from your house. The crisp morning air nips at your skin as you zip through your neighborhood. It’s a beautiful morning but you’d rather a car hit you than admit it. 

Jeeps, Teslas, Toyotas, Subarus, BMWs, Ford trucks, and one Honda fill up the parking lot. Those cars confirm your fears; this is a rich kid school. Your parents are very well off so you’ve grown up around rich kids. From your experience, they’re all spoiled little brats who whine when things don’t go their way. Thankfully, you’re parents never really gave a fuck so they didn’t spoil you. That allowed you to appreciate the things you have. 

You dismount your bike and lock it up. 

Lakeview looks like the school from the Breakfast Club. Everything is inside. Growing up in California, you got used to going to outside schools. No lockers, no roofs in the hallways, and wide open spaces greeted you every time you went to school. Everything inside of one big building? Now that, that was different. 

Blue and yellow lockers line the walls of the hallway. Students lean on them as they chat with their friends, no doubt talking about what they got up to over the summer. People fist bump each other as they walked down the hallway and couples suck on eachothers faces with no shame. You ogle at the people walking with the confidence you wished you had right now. It looked like a scene out of some cult classic high school movie. 

You take out the folded up paper that has your schedule on it and glare at it. Homeroom: Room 702. It would have been lovely to know where room 702 is but with multiple staircases going all over the place and no signs in sight, this started to feel less like public school and more like an agoraphobic person's personal hell. 

You take a deep breath and walk up to the nearest person. Their blue shirt catches your eye. It’s one of the colors that doesn’t hurt your eyes. You tap them on the shoulder and when they turn around, they look at you as if you just sprouted two heads.

“Hi, umm, sorry to bother you but do you know where Room 702 is?” you ask, your voice shaking slightly. 

The person points in front of them and then walks away. You gulp and stare in front of you, confused. No one has ever told you that you come off intimidating so that person's demeanor really confuses you. 

“What the fuck?” you mutter under your breath and lean against the wall of lockers. You close your eyes and hold the bridge of your nose. You feel exhausted and you haven’t even done anything really strenuous. 

“Excuse me,” someone says, “you’re leaning against my locker.”

You open your eyes and catapult yourself off the wall. “I’m so sorry,” you apologize. 

The person in front of you looks eerily familiar. Her honey blonde hair is thrown up in a pony tail but you remember it flowing beautifully in the summer breeze. This time you have a chance to make out the color of her eyes. Her blue eyes remind you of the ocean. They remind you of home. 

“Hey, aren’t you new?” she asks, her hand reaching out to shake yours.

You nod and accept the handshake. “Yeah. I just moved here from California.” 

“Cool. I could tell by your accent. It’s very…valley girl! I’m Abby, by the way.” And then she tilts her head and scrunches her eyebrows together, “are you a senior?” 

You nod again and introduce yourself. Your name flows through her mouth like honey. Only then do you realize that the two of you are still shaking hands. You break the handshake and chuckle a bit. 

“Sorry, I’m a little nervous. I don’t know where my homeroom is and some kid in a blue shirt looked at me like I just grew two heads.” 

Abby takes a look at your schedule. “I’m headed towards Room 702 if you want me to walk you over.”

“Please,” you practically beg her. Your body relaxes when she offers to walk you to class. 

The two of you walk side by side down the hallways and up the stairs. A few twists and turns around the school and you’re standing in front of Room 702. The door is open and you can see that there’s only one more seat left, yours.

You turn to Abby and thank her, sincerity laced in your voice. 

“It’s no problem really. If you ever need anything, stop by the softball pitch. That’s where I am most of the time. It’s nice meeting you,” she says before she turns and walks down the hallway. 

You walk into the class and sit down in the only available seat. The two people beside you were engaged in conversation before you sat down so you felt bad about breaking them up. You chew on your lip, ready for them to scoff or curse you out, but it never comes.

“Are you new?” the girl next to you asks. 

“Yeah, I am. Sorry, by the way, for interrupting your conversation.”

“Oh, please. You did nothing of the sort. I got tired of him a while ago. I’m Dina and the guy next to you is Jesse.” She flashes a million dollar smile and all of a sudden, you don’t feel scared anymore. You are going to be okay.

“How did you know I was new?”

“It's a pretty small school. Everyone has pretty much gone to the same school since elementary. It’s pretty rare that we get new kids,” Jesse says. 

“And because you’re wearing shorts in September. No one here wears shorts unless it’s the middle of July,” Dina adds. 

So much for ‘fitting in,’ you think to yourself. 

Dina can sense your discomfort. “Don’t worry. It’s bold! I like bold.”

After the teacher, Miss. Woods, introduced herself as a first year teacher, you felt good knowing that you weren’t the only new person here. She sat down at her desk and said that for the rest of the class they could just talk about anything. 

You learned that Dina was the co-captain on the cheerleading team and Jesse was on the wrestling team. They both did phenomenal in school on top of being able to manage athletics, clubs, and partying. Everyone you’ve met so far has been kind and gratuitous so maybe the universe wasn’t out to get you. 

At lunch, Dina and Jesse invite you to sit with them. They are joined by Dina’s girlfriend, Ellie, also a member of the softball team. 

“So, wait. You left California and came here?” Ellie asked, perplexed at how someone would leave the dream state. 

“I didn’t have much of a choice but I guess Washington is cool. Temperature wise at least.” You mutter the last part under your breath.

“Well, you’ve met the right people because some kids at this school can be total assholes,” Ellie looks up, “speaking of.”

You follow Ellie’s line of sight and see Abby joined by the guy that was driving the truck. His varsity jacket is thrown over his shoulder in some display of faux coolness as he holds Abby’s hand. Something inside of you twitches with distaste. They don’t look right together, but who are you to judge? You’ve only had one conversation with her. It’s not like you know them or their relationship.

Abby and the guy sit down at the now silent table. He looks you up and down and asks, “who’s the new kid?”

You introduce yourself but this time it’s with a lot less enthusiasm than when you introduced yourself to Ellie, Dina, Jesse, and Abby. 

“I’m Owen, captain of the football team and the coach's son. Pretty sure you’ve heard of me already.” 

You nod your head, not wanting to embarrass him. The truth is that you haven’t heard of him from anyone. You can tell from this very short interaction that he exudes arrogance and everything that you hate. Not to mention the fact that he smells like dirt and cigarettes. 

Lunch flys by, thankfully and now you’re sitting at a table in your history class. History is by far one of your favorite subjects. It’s not too hard but the material is complex enough to keep your brain satisfied and occupied. 

You sit there, clicking your pen mindlessly as you wait for someone to sit next to you. The warning bell rings and the chair next to you scrapes against the tiled floor. Abby flops down in the seat and sighs. 

“I had to run here from the parking lot. Owen made me go get something from his car,” Abby says out of breath. 

“Why didn’t you tell him to do it himself?” “Enough about him,” Abby dismisses any further questions about her boyfriend and redirects the conversation, “how’s your first day been so far.” 

You can manage a “Pretty go-” before you’re cut off by the sound of the final bell. 

The teacher walks in and closes the door behind him. He’s tall, taller than the average man and he’s wearing a blue and white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The black watch on his wrist beeps and his thick fingers go to turn it off. Something about him makes you feel safe and protected, like you can trust him with anything. 

He walks to the front of the class to introduce himself. “Good afternoon, seniors. Welcome to your last first day of public school. My name is Mr. Miller and I’ll be your history teacher for the next year.” 

He takes out a stack of papers from his black leather messenger bag and begins to pass them out. “This is the syllabus. Look over it with your parents and make sure to get their signature. If you turn it back in to me by Friday you can receive extra credit.” 

You’ve become a master at forging your parents signature so you can have it back to him by the end of the day if he isn’t a narc. 

Before you know it, your first day at Lakeview is over and you're back on your bike riding down the streets of your neighborhood. It’s more lively today than it was when you got here. There are dogs barking, joggers running past you, cars honking at you to get out of the way, and children playing in their front yards. 

You come to a halt when you realize that there’s been a car following you ever since you left school. The window rolls down and you are met with the smell of dirt and cigarettes. “Need a ride?” Owen lifts his eyebrow.

“No thanks. I live right here.” You curse yourself for basically doxing yourself to someone you definitely don’t want knowing where you live.

“Oh, nice house. I live down the street so if you ever need anything don’t be afraid to ask. Any friend of Abby’s is a friend of mine.” He winks and then drives off. 

You scrunch up your face in disgust and drop your bike off in the driveway. No one’s going to steal your bike because everyone around here has enough money to buy ten. 

You're greeted by the sound of silence when you enter your house. You hang your backpack and keys up by the door and flop down on the couch. Your parents haven’t gone grocery shopping yet so you order a large pizza for yourself and watch TV until you fall asleep on the couch.

Next Chapter

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[fall0utmind]

i love your a/b/o fic SO much i’m so so excited

i was thinking - would it be fun to write a couple race scenes where marc really suffers during race starts, because literally EVERYONE in the pack he isn’t meant to be close to is surrounding him, and so riding way in front of them and winning is a relief not only because yay winning but also because the further away he gets from the others, the less it hurts? and even when he crashes he’s still far away, so crashes are sometimes a relief? and then of course in contrast, when the honda starts being shit during 21/22/23, he is just constantly surrounded by everyone, and it’s awful, and another reason he HAD to leave honda to go to gresini & a better bike, because he couldn’t continue on like that

alsooo i dont know how much of vale’s pov you want to get into, but to make it mildly less awful on his side, perhaps alpha commands don’t affect people you don’t have a pack bond with - and he thought marc had betrayed him, and so is convinced that even if he had used it, it couldn’t have affected marc, and the only reason marc is avoiding everyone is because vale sussed him out? i just want vale to be redeemable 😭

also - what about santi!! how does he look after marc during the whole time? surely he’s noticed something is going on - do he and luca end up teaming up? that could be funny actually.

(by the way, it’s better to put forward slashes between a/b/o because without it it spells a slur for aboriginal people! in case you didnt know 🫶)

Hi,

Firstly!! I am so sorry about the abo vs A/b/o thing - I had NO idea, or I absolutely would never have used it. I have gone through and changed my tag to #a/b/o sick fic - and all the posts are now under that instead. Again, big sorry if it's caused any offence or upset!!!!!!!

Secondly, your ideas!!!!

Absolutely incredible idea about the start of races - I never thought about that! Also media days, where they all have to be next to each other, wow that's insane actually, i really like the idea of playing that discomfort into it and how much it hurts but he HAS to do it. Because it would hurt more not to race!

And yes of course, winning, and especially winning by a lot - means less pain - woo. But the podium is awful, the hugging in the paddock makes him sick. Also, ohmygod.im, so sorry, guys, but I just had an idea. What is Argentina 2018, when he knocked rossi, what if it was because Vale got close and the pain flared and marc just wasn't prepared!!!!!!!!!!!! So it hurt so much more when Vale lashed out, and that's also kind of why marc Massively begins to repress???? Heartbreaking but such a good idea.

Also, the crashing out?? The races hurt so much that crashing is almost a relief.. in the same way that Jerez 2020 is obviously awful, but there's a tiny slither of marc, which is... relieved. It's sickening. I do really like the way it links in with leaving honda too because I feel like in this universe, with Honda being some of his only support, I didn't have a very good excuse for it and so this actually works really well! So thank you. I will defo include.

I wholeheartedly agree with your thoughts on Vale. I have to be careful because he does have to be redeemable 😂😂 or i will never be able to swing a rosquez ending! I really like the idea of Valentino assuming nothing has happened because Marc shouldn't be affected because he's not bonded or pack! It would also make a lot of sense about alphas only being about to use their voices on pack members. Or it could be incredibly bad in this universe, and I don't want to think about it 😭 so yeah that's another idea I'm probably gonna steal!

Okay, santi!!! Defo marcs main protector - alpha,? I think. He takes a big brother role in this. It could be very tempting to make him a love interest, but I might cave and end up making it a non- rosquez ending.... so big brother energy. He's defo noticing what's going on. I want to say that he works it out? Or begins to/ has some kind of idea, without knowing what actually happened. He defl provides a lot of the pack support in Honda, and is pivitol in making sure the atmosphere is good for marc there (although marc doesn't realise it - santi makes sure there's little things around - soft blankets, a spare hoodie. And then post 2018, he asks marcs crew to tone down their scents a little on race weekends, pretends he's having medical issues to cover for marc etc.)

I love the idea of him teaming up with luca, especially once marc leaves and luca joins Honda!!! Fantastic idea.

So many super good ideas in this ask so thank you so so much! I appreciate it 😊😊

[pertamax7]

BOS Moge Honda Touring Sulawesi Journey

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[edwards-exploit]

HUMAN AU MORNING COMMUTE HEADCANONS

Strap in everyone, it's a long list.

MAIN LINERS

Gordon, Henry, James (lives in Tidmouth) - carpools in Gordon's Mercedes-benz. James is a passenger princess. Henry wishes he isn't here. Gordon goes over the speed limit when authorities aren't looking even though it's at most a 20 minute drive or something.

Rosie (lives in Vicarstown) - Motorcycles there. Her ride is a cherry pink customised bike with rose decals.

Donald and Douglas (lives in Arlesburgh) Takes one of the connecting trains from Arlesburgh to Tidmouth. Refuses to take the bus as they don't want to deal with Bulgy.

Diesel (lives in Knapford) - motorcycles there in a Vespa. It's painted black and you KNOW this guy has a vanity plate (D13S3L)

BoCo (lives in Wellsworth) - Takes the train from Wellsworth to Tidmouth. That, or he drives there with his Skoda Octavia Estate.

Bear (lives in Tidmouth) - yknow the loudest motorcycle you can think of? Bear has that, and he usually drives to Tidmouth that way.

Works Diesel/Warren (lives in Vicarstown) - Just walks there like a normal person. Or uses the tramway.

Charlie and Billy (lives in Knapford) - rides a bike for two but it's the most goofy looking bike ever

Emily (lives in Tidmouth) - Bikes there! Occasionally carpools with the Big Engine Drivers.

Murdoch and Neville (lives in Brendam) - Carpool together in Murdoch's Volkswagen Beetle, and after dropping Neville at Wellsworth...

Molly and Hank (lives in Knapford) - They meet up with Murdoch and walk all the way to the sheds!

Rebecca (lives in Tidmouth) - She skips there. No, not jogs, not runs. Skips. She somehow gets there first nearly every time.

Hiro (lives in Vicarstown) - Takes the tramway! Has struck up a friendship with fellow tram takers Warren, Victor, Kevin, and Den and Dart.

Victor and Kevin (lives in Vicarstown) - also takes the tramway! That, or Victor rides his motorbike with a sidecar attached for Kevin to sit in.

Diesel 10 - straight up lives in the dieselworks.

Den and Dart (lives in Vicarstown) - Takes the tram, or uses their Honda Jazz.

Philip (lives in Wellsworth) - Carpools with BoCo, or he takes the train!

Sonny (lives in Vicarstown) - Drives a motorcycle there. Sometimes visits Ruth in Knapford for repairs, and they struck a friendship.

Pip and Emma (lives in Vicarstown) - Drives there with their Mercedes-AMG SL 48, music blasting all the way.

THE BRANCH LINE LEAGUE

Brendam

Edward (lives in Wellsworth) - Walks, or rides a bike! After getting injured during The Exploit, he takes the bus more often)

Bill and Ben (lives in Brendam) - rides a horse. No, I'm serious. At first it was a prank but they trained it so well. The China Clay Pits have a fucking stable coz of this.

Timothy and Marion (lives in Brendam) - They carpool together. In Marion's forklift.

BoCo again (lives in Wellsworth) - Walks with Edward! After the Exploit, he buys a two person bike and rides it with Edward when Edward's leg pain flares up.

Nia (Lives in Knapford) - Takes the bus there, or uses the main line stopping trains.

Derek, Harvey, Salty, Paxton (Lives in Brendam) - Takes the bus together!

Neville again (Lives in Brendam) - Carpools with Murdoch, or takes the bus!

Ffarquhar

Thomas, Percy, Toby, Henrietta (lives in Knapford) - Usually carpools in Toby's dinky little Wolseley Ten. However, individually... Thomas rides a bike, and Percy jogs.

Daisy and Mavis (lives in Elsbridge) - Mavis picks up Daisy with her badass motorcycle and drops her off before going to the Quarry.

Bloomer (lives in Elsbridge) - Walks. Takes in the sights and sounds and ends up late much to Thomas' endless frustration.

Splatter and Dodge (lives in Ffarquhar) - They walk there but always ends up lost in the middle. Mavis wonders why they aren't always late.

Arlesburgh

Duck, Donald, Douglas, Oliver (lives in Arlesburgh) - Carpools there in Oliver's Rolls-Royce Cullinan. They fight over the radio.

Other Branch Lines

Arthur (lives in Kirk Ronan) - is environmentally conscious, and bikes to his workplace!

Ryan (lives in Arlesburgh) - Drives a dinky, yet fancy car. It's purple. He named it Vera.

Stanley, Flora, and Sidney (lives in Great Waterton) - after Sidney gets lost for the nth time Stanley and Flora agreed to walk together- they're neighbours, anyway.

[onlyhappyvibes]

Big red and the og baja mini bike

~ Just Kidding Garage

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

(photo: Ken Kesey, New York City, November 1985, by Allen Ginsberg)

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The late great Merry Prankster Ken Kesey was born on this day 1935 in La Junta Colorado. Probably best known for is novel “One Flew over The Cuckoo’s Nest,” it was his legendary Acid Test parties down the SF peninsula in La Honda with the house band The Warlocks which he and fellow pranksters hosted after their return from the cross country trip on their dayglo painted school bus called “Furthur” (popularized in Tom Wolfe’s Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test), that solidly launched the psychedelic 60s. The Warlocks in short order would change their name to the Grateful Dead...

Ken Kesey on Allen Ginsberg:

“Back in (19)66 or (19)67, we took the bus up to Berkeley for Vietnam Day. The day before the big rally, the Hell’s Angels said they were going to protest Vietnam Day by pounding the shit out of the protestors, and they were serious. Since we kind of knew the Angels, we went over to Oakland, to Sonny Barger‘s house. Ginsberg went with us, right into the lion’s mouth with his little cymbals. Ching, ching ching. And he just kept talking and being his usual absorbing self. Finally they said, “OK, OK, We’re not going to beat up the protesters’. When he left, one of the Angels, Terry the Tramp, says, “That queer little kike ought to ride a bike. From then on, he had a pass around the Angels. They had let all the other Angels know. “He’s a dude worth helping out”. They were absolutely impressed by him and his courage.”

[star-s-631]

My vale fan uncle texted me saying “u ok? Do I need to tell your mom to hug you?” No I don’t need it thank you😌 I already prepared for this!I’ve been a Honda fan proudly for more than ten years!! Who are you talking to??Like season has just started. I’m not worried about Marc. Yesterday he took too much risk but what’s new? Nothing is new!! We’ve been here before. He was leading the race, he won at sprint race, it’s not like bike is fucked or his injuries get worse. We still have a big big hope! So at least I’m fine. But my friend got mad like it’s crazy she’s bez stan but she was like “I wanted MM to win because he deserves to be dominant again!! Why is he like this!!!!!!” That’s the man I’m cheering for girl. Don’t yell at me it’s not my fault that he’s like that. And I love him for that😌

[on-a-lucky-tide]

*smooches your brain* I hope you do not grow tired of my questions, but you got such good information. And they always look so on par and they're sexy bikes and I love it. And I love you and your big brain.

If you know them, Adler and Woods, if you wanna, and their bikes. I know Woods is gonna make me cackle. Y'know, if you wanna.

Modern Day Woods would have something easy to fix and reliable. Man grew up on the streets; he's self reliant, and a loner. The bike would need to be quick and nimble, nothing too flashy, so I'm going with my old baby the SV650. It's been around a long time so it has parts everywhere. It's a naked, so it's easy to access all the engine, and he can bolt on as many or as few panniers as he wants. Lightweight, really easy to throw into corners and gets to speed quickly. He's of the opinion that no one needs to own a litre bike unless they're doing track days regularly. Also, he ain't compensatin' for anything. Canon era Woods would have something like a Honda CB750 for similar reasons.

For America's monster, I'm going back to the canon timeline first, to be honest. Adler has a Soviet bike (yeah, I know). But I think he likes the idea that it's a trophy. M72/Ural Retro in black. Top speed of 87mph and 40bhp. Low, sleek, but battered like his face. Modern day Adler would have an electric bike; silent, 0-60mph in 2.6 seconds: Energica Ego+ RS. He doesn't need a massive top speed, he needs something that's quick off the mark and can chase down through urban environments. Adler is an ambush predator and so is his bike.