So because I'm not allowed on the street, I'll just post this here to let you all know that:

A) I do this shit myself, I just don't get caught, and I don't bitch when I do,

and

B) I don't give a fuck. I don't sell out on friends.



So I'm on the way home on I-94, and these two bikes start riding my ass. They pull up next to me, and they wanna run. They give me the nod. I slow to 40, drop to 3, and I'm off. I watch the guys look at each other, then.....


wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww

A big swoosh, a flash of yellow, and then nothin'.


I get up into Woodbury area on 94, and I get up next to him. He mouths, "how fast?" I motion 1-5-0, then he looks, laughes, then motions 1-7-5.


Bikes are fuckin cool.

Why did you even try :stick: