So the Suzuki has been legal for almost a week now and man, it's awesome. Taking a bit of time to get used to; being an old bike, it's quirky and my motorcycling skills are on par with Rowbear's mountain bike skills. Also, I have to keep a stick mounted on it to beat the ladies back, now I know how the Beatles and Elvis felt. Yup, cruzin around, I'm feelin about like this...

But in reality, I know it's more like this...

And you know how you go to an event and have to park like 10 miles away just to see some jerkstore on a motorcycle pull up and make up some choice spot right at ground zero? Lets just say...

It's OK, you can get me back when you see me caught in that pop-up thunderstorm.
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