I rode a Honda 750 for years. it was blue and beautiful. I rode it up Palomar mountain on the weekends. Saw twisted bikers wrapped around trees. I thought to my self, not me! Except, maybe it could have been me.
I rode a Honda 750 for years. it was blue and beautiful. I rode it up Palomar mountain on the weekends. Saw twisted bikers wrapped around trees. I thought to my self, not me! Except, maybe it could have been me.
(post is archived)