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I was riding down the road, minding my own business, when a school bus... nooooo, it was a Fuel Truck. Yeah. A Fuel Truck full of diesel fuel went wildly out of control. Yeah! Yeah! And, and, it was on fire! That's it. Yeah a burning fuel truck went out of control, and it... it... lost it's brakes. Sure. And... and... it's heading for a parade of orphans! no... no... that's not right. Maybe they were Nuns! No, that's not right either. Yeah! Yeah! I know. It was a Kitten! Sure! No! A Mother Cat carrying a Kitten across the road. Trying to get to safety. With a wounded foot! Yeah!
So there I was, a burning fuel truck with no brakes out of control and heading directly for a poor injured mother cat carrying a kitten with sad eyes across the road. What else could I do? Ignoring my personal safety I bravely sacrificed my beloved Speed Triple by throwing it to the ground under the rolling conflagration. Miraculously the truck rebounded from the bike's excellent construction and crashed over a fire hydrant, producing a fountain of water that quelled the burning disaster.
Ignoring my own injuries I immediately picked up the mother cat and kitten, then walked five miles to the nearest veterinary clinic to make sure mother and kitten were not hurt by any flying debris and have the mother cat treated for her broken foot. Finally, with the reward money donated by a grateful community, I opened a sanctuary for lost or sad kittens to be operated in perpetuity by beauties like the one in my other post.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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