...the bad element in the neighborhood. That is alwayse my goal when moving to a new place... to be the bad element. I figure if I'm the bad element then it must be a pretty good place to live. It is fun being the bad element.

 

Self Conscious in the morning, try to leave with as little throttle and as high a gear as possible, so I don't wake em up and have em hate me. I'm not trying to make enemies just cuz I am leaving for work...

 

The kid who's $10k in debt past student loans...

The kid who rides with old men...

The kid who spends more time working on the bike that doesn't need it than the car that does need wrenching...

The kid.

 

makes me the guy that also rips the mx bikes down the road. Live on a kind of spread out road so not too many people near me. Its nice.

 

FTW and the neighbors too....

 

Well,

What Ironbyron,2fertheroad and matt sez.......In my neighborhood my bike makes me very very quiet, I bet some of the people on my own street don't know I have one and that's ok with me....whaddya think I was gonna say......
somebody that scares little kids and makes women ooze???????????

 

I doubt that my neighbors pay much attention to me. But, if they do, it probably has little to do with my motorcycle.

 

It makes me the happiest guy on the block and the most misunderstood.

 

...the envy of all the guys stuck inmini vans with screamin' kids.

 

0500 alarm clock.