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I like Kent's life better than mine.

I had this thought a while ago, but never got an answer that satisfied my curiosity. Why do the Chick-fil-A cows give a damn about who is eating meat versus chicken? They're dairy cows.

A scorching case of butthole aids?

Why? Because the grammar is totally fucked and you knew I would catch it?

Shh...

I pulled the trigger on another bike. I have turned down offers of $2200. I am apparently not as motivated as I thought I was. Anybody want to go a few rounds inside my head? It's kind of scary up there.

You can buy ear plugs for small ear canals very reasonably on Amazon.

Dammit. At this rate I will never sell the FZ6 for more that $1200. Knock it off.

Ooh wee ooh, you look just like Buddy Holly. Oh, oh... Is Debbie "Mary Tyler Moore"? I don't care what you say in this thread, anyway. No, I don't care about that!!

Dealer is offering $2,000. Get at me if you want this.

A few of us have tire changers. I mean... I don't, but if I did I would help you. But, I can't... so I won't.

and Tuesday.

How come e'ry time I haul my ass to Franklin, that French-fried fuck is closed?

I got to Baltic and turned around due to a very high level of frustration. I was not having a good ride. I was making time, but something just didn't feel right. I wasn't settled inside like riding usually makes me. I was busy thinking of other things and made a couple dumb errors. Minor, but potentially significant brain farts. That all coupled with my bike doing its tourette's dance, I just wasn't enjoying myself, so I decided to go motorcycle shopping instead. Luckily the dealership decided to offer the most egregious sales experience of my life and I did not ride away on something new. So, I am pleased to hear the ride went well. Sorry I missed the day, but I wasn't firing on all four today. I made a judgment call and am satisfied it was the right decision. Catch you guys next time.

Stop whining. Ride bikes.

Sorry gang. Mechanical trouble with the FZ6. Heading home now. I will make it just fine, but I am out for today. Damn.

Just so the ride leader knows... I can't go to jail this weekend. I have too much to do.

Ouch.

Fantastic. Sounds like a ride. See you somewhere around 10 am at the Marathon.

Oh... I can only do Friday. I apologize for the lack of clarity. I blame jetlag.

Damn, UP. You a whiney bitch lately.

I am down. Will be on the featherweight. I can meet you on top of 83, if you wish. Keep me updated, brah.

@Blitz?

Now I am interested. Thanks, Shoop.

Anybody else imagine Jim's garage looking like a steam engine rolled vape juice for an hour while reading of his foray into fully-faired Japanese motorcycles? I know I chuckled heartily.