“The sign says you’ve been naughty, get on the ground- STOP RESISTING” blam blam blam
“The sign says you’ve been naughty, get on the ground- STOP RESISTING” blam blam blam
We buy T25 T-handles and T45 bits by the bundle on a monthly basis, I have one of each stashed away for emergencies at this point.
F-Zero X, ding ding.
To add on, always park the bike diagonally across the spot close to the open end, then engage the steering lock: the impatient see that there’s a bike parked there before they have a chance to run it over, and the mischievous or self-righteous can’t roll your bike out of “their” spot.
“Fuckin’ nerd.”
- the Bard
“Paint it yellow, but make it drab.”
beautiful weather
Harley dudes. The people with intelligence (in)sufficient to desire a flimsy skullcap lid never think to just slap a DOT sticker on the back of their favourite plastic salad bowl and call it a day.
Looks like a Tiburon.
She is a woman. Her “biology” is a woman’s “biology”.
Hopefully this attitude spreads, especially now that the feds pretty much want to sell the land off to whatever industry bought them dinner the week before. I largely stopped riding out in the dirt due to the racket disturbing the sanctity of the place, but even a silent hike into the aether gets thrown off when you…
Drop it. Be wrong, do crimes.
So, once women have been banned from driving for a bit, and one hundred percent of accidents come at the hands of male drivers, will he ban them from driving, too?
Moto Guzzi Stelvio.
I always knew Ballaban was a tankie.
I’d be happy with a hike in the gas tax along with an aggressive expansion of the Earned Income Tax Credit, in both value and scope. Funny how opposition to the gas tax is the only time certain people seem to give a damn about “the poor”.
I’ll take a Motocompo episode on Betamax.
I’m not about to buy subscribe to a car built by a pack of Torx-agnostic casuals.
Pilot Varsity disposable fountain pens have done wonders for my famously illegible script. They’re available with violet ink, too, because I’m regal as shit.
I’m pretty sure that, much like a reclusive billionaire, Bristol Cars died off a few years ago without anyone noticing.