Out on a Harley, come to an intersection, stop, then turn onto a street with a lot of people. Stop, they’re doing burn-outs. Come up to the line, do it, the bike shifts and I run into the car next to me. E freaks out and want to pay the guy, but he’s OK. Leave, take the bike to a shop because the wheels are all cut up. Park it, then go next door.
My exciting life, this place