It’s Not About the Bike. It’s the Fucking Bikers.
On some day, some days ago, I pledged unto myself that I would ride all of the three weekend days. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. I can hear the collective rumble...so fucking what...but on this you'll have to understand, it's more than that. Winter, as I may have mentioned, is not cooperating. Winter, is still here...and while winter is normally only a vile ugly shit of a pimple in ...