Up your butt, Jobu.
Up your butt, Jobu.
I especially like how the ending music is major-key, soaring, and hopeful; a solid, solid Coldplay ripoff with guitars instead of piano. . .
CP all day. It’s a poorly-maintained, nearly 40-year old motorcycle. Every time you touch one thing, something else will break on it. By the time you have all new parts (figure a year), you will have spent enough money to have bought a properly-restored CB in better shape than the one you’ve been sweating over.
Skateboarding is not a crime, McLaren driver!
Yawn. Whatever, dude.
Bless your simple heart.
He’s #1 in his class, and #6 in the next class up that races at the same time; I think he probably has a pretty good idea of what he’s doing.
I find this is generally the case with all motor racing. Even when my friends and I are screwing around on 250cc Ninjas, you have to be serious about the preparation & safety because the consequences of getting it wrong are pretty severe.
I was really disappointed at the end of Jason A’s email. I thought for sure he was heading toward calling Albert a “2-plus-2-not-knowing-what-the-fuck-it-is bitch.” You missed a golden opportunity, Jason A. Do better.
Came here expecting another fire mixtape with Drake. This is bad Kinja.
Should’ve burned down the house and moved on with your life.
Lots of people left COTA disappointed today:
How does it feel to go from being the Golden Boy of MotoGP to arguably the most reviled racer in the class (possibly tied with JL99)? Does it affect your mindset or how you approach your profession (on and off the bike)?
“Stupid hurts.”
If they’re stolen, the owner has most likely already claimed the loss on their insurance.
Too rich and too hip for my blood.
My dad’s Georgia SP 5.0 was slushbox.