this afternoon the bastard died a little inside.
red beard is getting his motorcycle license this summer and he has a little more
how you say,
liquidity.
so we went down the triumph dealership downtown and did some pricing and discussion.
and then i saw it.
right there.
you know, a day doesn't go by where i don't miss the scrambler. i wish i had the scratch to buy another one.
but you know, the day'll come.
funny thing is, the dealer and i spent most of the time talking about the merits of triumphs and bike accidents and the bastard finds that he doesn't worry about the hit, he worries about the next time the rubber meets the road.
soon motherfucker.
soon.
—the bastard
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