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Old time poster and old time owner.
New black rocket in my shed. Just as fast and as good as the old one I racked up on a twistie. Was my fault and was not my fault. I was racing a lil ol sport bike, like a 500 susie Q...we go round corner, he goes inside, me, on big ol Rocket bike, go outside...I accelerate him and pase. Nest curve, I go outside, he goes inside, then lost it, I guess. Smaked me in the side, bikes went to hell and me in bar ditch tumble tumble tumble. Broke bike. Brok legs. Hurt pride. lol Ambulance drivers very nice. I got ones phone number, he is now, number one in my love life. Gotta love a paramedic with big brown eyes and curly hair....and a steady JOB.
The other guy? Colar bone and arm. Both bikes gone to little bity pieces. Speed?? Around top end of fourth..I am thanking around 100 to 105 somewhere. I dint hunt him down and kill him, though I did entertain the thought for a couple months.
Anyway, I am back and new owner. I am walking, no drips, no runs, no errors, ,me. His fault for loosing the bike and his nerve, me, for trusting him. I knew better, he was a noobie on bike, I thank.
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And an american flag for a Patriot Guard ride. I'll probably be on here alot, I like information, and there seems to be alot here. 
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