pirateaaron

So I'm pretty bummed about my motorcycle. I miss her. We had so much fun. I remember going down to the beach, wind blowing in our faces, off getting some ice-cream together.



So about a month and half ago I was rear ended at a stop light on my bike. Some crack head in a shitty brown Hyundai Sonata fucked my bike up. I laid her down on the right side and I rolled off. I got a little crazy when I got up off the street screaming at him to get out of his fucking car. So I calmed down and was starting to call the cops. The crackhead was pleading with me not to call the cops. I said, "Do you have five thousand dollars in your pocket?" He said, "No man I'm broke." So I call the cops. The officer gets there and takes our names. Then the crackhead (he kind of looked like Tyrone Biggums) gets put in cuffs and taken off. Turns out he had warrents. And to top it off, he had no insurance. So long story short, her tail section is resting on her rear tire and my insurance company is taking their time giving me my money to fix old girl.

I'll post pics of her all beat up later. I can't look at her right now.