S2200
05-30-2004, 05:15 AM
Well.. today was apparently NOT my f'ing day.
First off... we go out on a nice cruise along the lake with a few of my riding buddies.. have a nice pleasant lunch at a bar on the lake. On our way back to the city (as usually happens whenever you get more than 2 people on a bike together) we decided to have an impromptu wheelie contest.... So.. we're riding along on a not-so-busy 4 lane undivided highway.. riding all sorts of wheelies. I set down a wheelie that I rode for about 5-600 feet. Lo and behold.. what do I see in the rearview? A freaking State Trooper.. coming up fast.. well.. one of my buddies in front of me is still up in the air, riding a nice loooooong standup. Well.. long story short.. i give the pig 2nd gear and smoked him.. my buddy was setting his wheelie down as I went buzzing by him.. he got pulled over, of course. He called me like 5 minutes later and told me that they were all over the radio trying to find bikes that fit our descritption.
OOPS.
If that wasn't bad enough.. I was riding home from this.... incident... when i guess the stress of 'hard riding' caused my bikes transmission to randomly explode. 1st and 2nd gear no longer engage properly... 3rd is pretty nasty too. also making all sorts of ugly clicking and crunching noises. damn that sucks.
THEN.... I was supposed to go to canada (strip club) for a bachelor party tonight... only one freaking problem.. I went... but the god damn groom never showed up. okay.. thats kinda lame.
but THEN... on our way back.. this piece of **** border guard decided that since I am young, and drive a sports car that he could never afford... that i deserved to get h***led, and THEN have my freaking car searched. bastard. thank god I wasn't carrying anything. plus.. the 'drug dog' was at the other bridge apparently.
this sucked. i am going to bed.
Cliffs notes: Ran from State troopers, blew up transmission on my crotch rocket, got ditched for a bachelor party, and got h***led by the border police.
First off... we go out on a nice cruise along the lake with a few of my riding buddies.. have a nice pleasant lunch at a bar on the lake. On our way back to the city (as usually happens whenever you get more than 2 people on a bike together) we decided to have an impromptu wheelie contest.... So.. we're riding along on a not-so-busy 4 lane undivided highway.. riding all sorts of wheelies. I set down a wheelie that I rode for about 5-600 feet. Lo and behold.. what do I see in the rearview? A freaking State Trooper.. coming up fast.. well.. one of my buddies in front of me is still up in the air, riding a nice loooooong standup. Well.. long story short.. i give the pig 2nd gear and smoked him.. my buddy was setting his wheelie down as I went buzzing by him.. he got pulled over, of course. He called me like 5 minutes later and told me that they were all over the radio trying to find bikes that fit our descritption.
OOPS.
If that wasn't bad enough.. I was riding home from this.... incident... when i guess the stress of 'hard riding' caused my bikes transmission to randomly explode. 1st and 2nd gear no longer engage properly... 3rd is pretty nasty too. also making all sorts of ugly clicking and crunching noises. damn that sucks.
THEN.... I was supposed to go to canada (strip club) for a bachelor party tonight... only one freaking problem.. I went... but the god damn groom never showed up. okay.. thats kinda lame.
but THEN... on our way back.. this piece of **** border guard decided that since I am young, and drive a sports car that he could never afford... that i deserved to get h***led, and THEN have my freaking car searched. bastard. thank god I wasn't carrying anything. plus.. the 'drug dog' was at the other bridge apparently.
this sucked. i am going to bed.
Cliffs notes: Ran from State troopers, blew up transmission on my crotch rocket, got ditched for a bachelor party, and got h***led by the border police.