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So a couple of nights a week (Thursday and Friday) I work at a local bar. Last night I was upstairs counting money and one of the door guys calls me and tells me that there's a dude down stairs who "needed" to talk to me about my bike. So i told the dude I'd be down there in a few minutes. The door guy sent me a text saying he thinks the dude hit my bike. I dropped literally a couple of grand and ran to the front door ready to throw down! Turns out it was just some crazy old dude that wanted to talk to me. He was on a KZ1000 and talking this and that about how "badass" my bike is. So I talk to this dude for a minute, go inside and finish what I was doing, grabbed my gear and tried to go home. Dude was at the front door smoking. Walked over to our bikes with me and said he wanted a piece of my bike. He starts telling me that his bike is stroked to like an 1142 or something and that he knows my bike is bad but that it doesn't want anything to do with his bike.:laughingr
This dude introduced himself to me as Captain Ricky. So I already think he's crazy, he hands me his business card and tells me to call him today to set up a race.
Who thinks I should call this dude today?
I'm thinking about just letting him race my roomates 04 750.
If you want to know whats done to my bike look at my Sig.
This dude introduced himself to me as Captain Ricky. So I already think he's crazy, he hands me his business card and tells me to call him today to set up a race.
Who thinks I should call this dude today?
I'm thinking about just letting him race my roomates 04 750.
If you want to know whats done to my bike look at my Sig.