Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
What this planet needs is a twenty-foot flying predator.
Well, he could try to blast over Snake River Canyon on a rocket-bike.What the hell, "exqexuwa"?
If God wanted motorcycles to fly, he would have given them wings.
Speaking of motorcycles, there was one that rode by tonight but alas...no one was on the porch. :(
Well, he's better off than the guy the Oklahoma Highway Patrol radared at 174 mph on an open road. The guy hit a tree and went over the headlight.Interesting photos. Instantly "field-dressed", for you deer hunters...Art
I'd say if the boy's 38 and still doin' that crap he's beyond fixin'...other than in a Darwinian hash settlin' way, mind you.
It's a dirtbike, their natural state is lying on its side. The wings are those little stubby things curving around the radiator, but under-jumping? The first rule is, when in doubt, gas-it!
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