Racing (alone) on my uncorked Yamabanger two stroke café racer. On Mulholland Highway, to the beach. At nineteen. When a shadow appears on the road, in front of me, tracking me. Oh … the Highway Patrol whirlybird …. mebbe I should cool my jets? Well … for a little while anyway 🙂
Yessum. Even had a polished, lightened TZ crank, that I never got around to swapping in. I would often wind that lil sucker up to 115. Nuthin’ like a ring-ding.
Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone… They paved Paradise, put up a parking lot!
Deep truth by Jack Handy right there. I still love old cars, old planes, old farts and old dogs better’n people.
Racing (alone) on my uncorked Yamabanger two stroke café racer. On Mulholland Highway, to the beach. At nineteen.
When a shadow appears on the road, in front of me, tracking me.
Oh … the Highway Patrol whirlybird …. mebbe I should cool my jets? Well … for a little while anyway 🙂
Rd350 or sumfin?
Yessum.
Even had a polished, lightened TZ crank, that I never got around to swapping in.
I would often wind that lil sucker up to 115. Nuthin’ like a ring-ding.
You missed old farts.
Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone…
They paved Paradise, put up a parking lot!
Deep truth by Jack Handy right there. I still love old cars, old planes, old farts and old dogs better’n people.